In the still of the night
I am drawn to her side
like a moth to flame
As my hand slowly
moves over the silken
contours of her body
she turns to me
lips searching for
mine in the dark
she pushes urgently
up into my hand
with her body as if
begging for more
Lips and fingers
feed her desires
until waves of
pleasure course
through her and
set ablaze her
want and need
for more.
mkt
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
In the still of the night
I am drawn to her side
like a moth to flame
As my hand slowly
moves over the silken
contours of her body
she turns to me
lips searching for
mine in the dark
she pushes urgently
up into my hand
with her body as if
begging for more
Lips and fingers
feed her desires
until waves of
pleasure course
through her and
set ablaze her
want and need
for more.
mkt
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