She writhes
as though her soul
were battened by bra-straps...
The only sound
that ever
mattered
was a
breathy moan
beside her burning earlobe
while her eyelids
squeezed tight enough
to envelop her.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC
She writhes
as though her soul
were battened by bra-straps...
The only sound
that ever
mattered
was a
breathy moan
beside her burning earlobe
while her eyelids
squeezed tight enough
to envelop her.
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