The creases of your lips sinking into my skin
Each kiss flowing down my spine tickling my soul out of it's shell
I pursue my thoughts and desires
A sense of faith that this will never end
I want a tale within a tale
That I'll limp in pain in my feet to just to see what will happen as God will throw me me in your arms reach
By: Leory Santana Dawn
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
The creases of your lips sinking into my skin
Each kiss flowing down my spine tickling my soul out of it's shell
I pursue my thoughts and desires
A sense of faith that this will never end
I want a tale within a tale
That I'll limp in pain in my feet to just to see what will happen as God will throw me me in your arms reach
By: Leory Santana Dawn
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