Her ******* were like damp snow,
teasing but letting my fingers
tread lightly.
She felt ever motion, the imprints
of my wonderings were left
in the cotton of damp fingerprints.
I never went below the snow,
sometime
just treading lightly,
is enough to make her moan.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
Her ******* were like damp snow,
teasing but letting my fingers
tread lightly.
She felt ever motion, the imprints
of my wonderings were left
in the cotton of damp fingerprints.
I never went below the snow,
sometime
just treading lightly,
is enough to make her moan.
