Jul 2015
On that fullmoon
our body heat rose
above the ceiling
and every voice
turned into moaning
as my saliva left trails
from your lips
to your ears
while you were busy
rocking your hips
onto mine
our body heat rose
above the ceiling
and every voice
turned into moaning
as my saliva left trails
from your lips
to your ears
while you were busy
rocking your hips
onto mine
