I still remember,
The gasp.
It escaped from your lips
Followed by a desperate moan
The first time you saw me,
My body,
Exposed, vulnerable,
Laid out in front of you.
I still remember,
You grabbed a hold of me,
Pressed your lips to mine,
You haven’t let go since.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 1:19 PM UTC
I still remember,
The gasp.
It escaped from your lips
Followed by a desperate moan
The first time you saw me,
My body,
Exposed, vulnerable,
Laid out in front of you.
I still remember,
You grabbed a hold of me,
Pressed your lips to mine,
You haven’t let go since.
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