In the morning's light her cold skin glows.
You shiver and turn, pressing your body against her.
She feels your coarse hands running down the length of her body...
Your lips roam and pause at the base of her neck.
She shudders, but only a tiny moan escapes.
Down, down
She's gone cold again.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 6:35 PM UTC
In the morning's light her cold skin glows.
You shiver and turn, pressing your body against her.
She feels your coarse hands running down the length of her body...
Your lips roam and pause at the base of her neck.
She shudders, but only a tiny moan escapes.
Down, down
She's gone cold again.
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