May 2015
When I speak to you
I tremble
as my words penetrate.
I think of
wet thighed surrender.
Deep inside you
I feel the pulse of god.
And we are making love
without even touching.
I tremble
as my words penetrate.
I think of
wet thighed surrender.
Deep inside you
I feel the pulse of god.
And we are making love
without even touching.
