May 2015
One hand slides up your thighs,
my tongue reaches down your throat,
the other hand fondles your breast,
but the real ***, the deepest ***
is the love passing between our eyes.
~mce
my tongue reaches down your throat,
the other hand fondles your breast,
but the real ***, the deepest ***
is the love passing between our eyes.
~mce
For Louise of the magical green eyes...
