Sliding off her dress
Right off her skin
Thoughts of such pleasure
That grow and begin
Now sprinkles of water
To entice and please
below your own waist
And above your knees
If we slowly circle
Or we pencil in
A blazing fire grows
Of our own sin
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Sliding off her dress
Right off her skin
Thoughts of such pleasure
That grow and begin
Now sprinkles of water
To entice and please
below your own waist
And above your knees
If we slowly circle
Or we pencil in
A blazing fire grows
Of our own sin