"This"
Your skin - my skin - and 3,000 miles of our own glorious sin.
It's my fault,
blame it all on me,
because I avoid my fear for more of your,
yum yum yum.
And I need to take more:
I want to kiss your heart, it endures our passion, our lust, our art.
Together,
1 on 1,
so undone,
and I allow you to see my light,
so limey bright.
We've created our own coating of sensational torment -
and I want to only breath your smell.
Sweat trickling down your pleasure trail - in the heat of the night - I will lick in delight.
My ultimate pleasure, my illumination.
You are radiance, you set my soul alight.
I want to kiss your heart, it stumbles in my art.
What we are, what we are, drift what may, my radiant star....
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
"This"
Your skin - my skin - and 3,000 miles of our own glorious sin.
It's my fault,
blame it all on me,
because I avoid my fear for more of your,
yum yum yum.
And I need to take more:
I want to kiss your heart, it endures our passion, our lust, our art.
Together,
1 on 1,
so undone,
and I allow you to see my light,
so limey bright.
We've created our own coating of sensational torment -
and I want to only breath your smell.
Sweat trickling down your pleasure trail - in the heat of the night - I will lick in delight.
My ultimate pleasure, my illumination.
You are radiance, you set my soul alight.
I want to kiss your heart, it stumbles in my art.
What we are, what we are, drift what may, my radiant star....
this, infatuation, *** passion, lust,
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