it still suprises me
how gentle his fingers
can touch and tease my skin
his mouth so insistent
to find the pulseline at my neck
raises goosebumps along my being
the length of him finding the depth of me
his ardour and mone still fresh as when young
though now we take time before praking
and our langour is much longer
as his fingers play on my moist and
oh so satisfied skin.
as we murmur and smile and sleep
life's little surpises are wonderfully deep
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
it still suprises me
how gentle his fingers
can touch and tease my skin
his mouth so insistent
to find the pulseline at my neck
raises goosebumps along my being
the length of him finding the depth of me
his ardour and mone still fresh as when young
though now we take time before praking
and our langour is much longer
as his fingers play on my moist and
oh so satisfied skin.
as we murmur and smile and sleep
life's little surpises are wonderfully deep
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