May 2014
The tendrils of pleasure
wrap around my soul.
The shadow of your touch
lingers in my memories.
Acts of old.
Times of new.
All that has been,
would never cease to be.
wrap around my soul.
The shadow of your touch
lingers in my memories.
Acts of old.
Times of new.
All that has been,
would never cease to be.
05/20/14
Written by
Nikki Belle
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