Apr 2015

By Arcassin Burnham

Saliva couldn't get any sweeter,
The kisses that she gives are drenched in French tendencies,
Pardon it,
If I say sexual things,
I won't say nothing at all,
As long as there are yellow lines of the road to diamond valley,
I'd be in love with her character,
Infatuation with the smile,
And obsessed with her features,
And although those two words match in one meaning,
Shes Insightful towards my smarts,
Sitting on the patio simply gleaming,
Rubs her hand across her chest for a new Arousal,
I care for you,
About Affection so emotions wouldn't carry,
There's something,
The way,
You lick your,
..... Cherries.

Arcassin B
Written by
Arcassin B  19/M/Palm Coast , FL
(19/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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