That night I kissed you for the first time.
How soft you lips were, the softest I had kissed.
How soft your golden skin was.
How soft your ever so round gray trimmed eyes were.
The way you sat down onto my lap, like a descending piece of paradise.
Falling into my hands, like you were meant to be.
The way you felt on me, soft and warm and firm and real.
I shook, I faltered, you ignored it.
You let me show you what I could do later on, but you let me be a fool that night.
You let me love you and trusted enough to let yourself be pleased.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
That night I kissed you for the first time.
How soft you lips were, the softest I had kissed.
How soft your golden skin was.
How soft your ever so round gray trimmed eyes were.
The way you sat down onto my lap, like a descending piece of paradise.
Falling into my hands, like you were meant to be.
The way you felt on me, soft and warm and firm and real.
I shook, I faltered, you ignored it.
You let me show you what I could do later on, but you let me be a fool that night.
You let me love you and trusted enough to let yourself be pleased.
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