The very sight of you moistens me,
with the ****** of your lips,
the stabs of your tongue,
and the grip of your hands.
You enslave me.
But I am humbled,
to become entangled with your body,
as the gray clouds hover upon us.
your curves reflects the moonbeam,
your silhouette painting the indigo sky,
brushing me with your bare hands...
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
The very sight of you moistens me,
with the ****** of your lips,
the stabs of your tongue,
and the grip of your hands.
You enslave me.
But I am humbled,
to become entangled with your body,
as the gray clouds hover upon us.
your curves reflects the moonbeam,
your silhouette painting the indigo sky,
brushing me with your bare hands...
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