While Marcus
is talking
of some war
some campaign
he's been on
Annona
in their bed
beside him
wishes he
was still there
(far away
in some war)
they'd had ***
two or three
times during
the night
in which she
pretended
to enjoy
making noises
but really
it was ****
she hadn't
liked it one
little bit
but when he
was away
and Amy
was in bed
making love
it was one
big thrill ride
small kisses
soft touches
exploring
doors opened
places kissed
bodies hot
and o that
do not stop
do not stop
but Marcus
tells his tales
of war games
who killed whom
she sensing
in her heart
a dark gloom.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
While Marcus
is talking
of some war
some campaign
he's been on
Annona
in their bed
beside him
wishes he
was still there
(far away
in some war)
they'd had ***
two or three
times during
the night
in which she
pretended
to enjoy
making noises
but really
it was ****
she hadn't
liked it one
little bit
but when he
was away
and Amy
was in bed
making love
it was one
big thrill ride
small kisses
soft touches
exploring
doors opened
places kissed
bodies hot
and o that
do not stop
do not stop
but Marcus
tells his tales
of war games
who killed whom
she sensing
in her heart
a dark gloom.
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