Apr 2015
he took her shirt off. she was in a mere disbelief of the sensation uprising.
they stood by the half-opened window inviting small rain drops onto their thirsting skin.
he had glistening blue eyes, high knees, long pounding fingers, a blueberry sweet breath.
soft tender nibble kisses, strokes of hands coming together and meandering like algae in the depths of blue saltness anticipating the rocks to be near.
clutches at moments are like hitting the cliffs covered in velvet moss
awaiting for *** to storm, leaving the skin wet and the soul magnetic.
this wonderful thing that he does, these fireworks on a bright day, sirens of edgy cars dictating the tempo, sensations like breaks of waves in the midst of a city.
they stood by the half-opened window inviting small rain drops onto their thirsting skin.
he had glistening blue eyes, high knees, long pounding fingers, a blueberry sweet breath.
soft tender nibble kisses, strokes of hands coming together and meandering like algae in the depths of blue saltness anticipating the rocks to be near.
clutches at moments are like hitting the cliffs covered in velvet moss
awaiting for *** to storm, leaving the skin wet and the soul magnetic.
this wonderful thing that he does, these fireworks on a bright day, sirens of edgy cars dictating the tempo, sensations like breaks of waves in the midst of a city.
