His lips are projecting an inviting scent
A promise, sweet desires will be sent.
A sticky honeycomb with every lock
Exciting the serotonin, a paused clock.
My fingers are dripping with syrupy seduction
As he envelopes me in warm abduction.
Without sight, I smell the tobacco leaves falling
Stroking my skin as I begin calling.
He feeds my Shakti like a deity, crowned
And sugared fantasies are finally found.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
His lips are projecting an inviting scent
A promise, sweet desires will be sent.
A sticky honeycomb with every lock
Exciting the serotonin, a paused clock.
My fingers are dripping with syrupy seduction
As he envelopes me in warm abduction.
Without sight, I smell the tobacco leaves falling
Stroking my skin as I begin calling.
He feeds my Shakti like a deity, crowned
And sugared fantasies are finally found.
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