Feeling your breathe on my neck through and through, arousing my feelings and desires
Desires I knew wouldn't be met by the end of the day
Feelings I knew wouldn't be expressed are that time
Sliding your fingers through my thighs,
For a moment I thought I had worn a wet pant
The wetness was something I would have loved to explore further,
But that too wasn't possible.
Am left with unexplored feelings, desires.
Once again.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
Feeling your breathe on my neck through and through, arousing my feelings and desires
Desires I knew wouldn't be met by the end of the day
Feelings I knew wouldn't be expressed are that time
Sliding your fingers through my thighs,
For a moment I thought I had worn a wet pant
The wetness was something I would have loved to explore further,
But that too wasn't possible.
Am left with unexplored feelings, desires.
Once again.
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