May 2014
sometimes,
i'll taste myself
like you asked me to that night,
but a little slower.
i'll trail my fingers across my lips
and dig deep into my imagination
until i can almost feel you kissing me.
i'll taste myself
like you asked me to that night,
but a little slower.
i'll trail my fingers across my lips
and dig deep into my imagination
until i can almost feel you kissing me.
late night oovoo calls.
(between shaniah's legs)
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