Talking thoughts.
I love the way this Woman makes me feel..haha a bit like a gerbil running in a wheel.
No..
..That's not true.
But she whips me with her eyelashes 'til I am black and blue.
Again..
..Not true.
She makes me feel that I have gold..more than enough for me to hold and I have told her several times I love the lines set on her brow.
I can't help but notice how she smiles or piles her hair up in a bun.
I tell her that she is my sun.
The fun is when I start to taste her shoulders,legs and round her waist which is expanding but I have not told her so.
I love her but I'm not daft you know.
I guess the joy is just in being two lovers seeing through two pairs of eyes which then give rise to conversations and the wonderful union of relations.
The laughing hours..the taking showers together..however tired we feel
I think we're the spokes within the wheel..
..and we roll on.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 9:20 AM UTC
Talking thoughts.
I love the way this Woman makes me feel..haha a bit like a gerbil running in a wheel.
No..
..That's not true.
But she whips me with her eyelashes 'til I am black and blue.
Again..
..Not true.
She makes me feel that I have gold..more than enough for me to hold and I have told her several times I love the lines set on her brow.
I can't help but notice how she smiles or piles her hair up in a bun.
I tell her that she is my sun.
The fun is when I start to taste her shoulders,legs and round her waist which is expanding but I have not told her so.
I love her but I'm not daft you know.
I guess the joy is just in being two lovers seeing through two pairs of eyes which then give rise to conversations and the wonderful union of relations.
The laughing hours..the taking showers together..however tired we feel
I think we're the spokes within the wheel..
..and we roll on.
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