did i ever mounds of roses sweetly dew the air and petals of the sun

which eased upon my flesh in minute crimson gasps flitting from

his tousled brow?

the moon did. with unerring prim lips (puckering kissed sore muscles

) flocked and nuzzled up the thighs of night; marching straight up into

weightless heaving moments(whenIfumbledwiththelatchingcleatofyour

barely holding bra and between your ******* i laid one complete self

) my hands, which cuddle every furious cell of