Sugar tips, ain't your heart sweet enough.
Biting and bruising in between sheets, no need to be playing it rough.
Your words are of unspoke,
Gripping on your breath I stole from your lips. The essence of your throat.
Kiss as long as we may,
Stealing the words from your mouth you wish to say.
Between foreign lips to my tongue,
I pray not for your bite back doing my own lip harm.
At the ease of embrace,
Pulling closer to feel textures of her beauty's face.
Lips comimg close to be of one,
Tasting of your taste in my mouth, before reaching your tongue.
We fell into a kiss.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
Sugar tips, ain't your heart sweet enough.
Biting and bruising in between sheets, no need to be playing it rough.
Your words are of unspoke,
Gripping on your breath I stole from your lips. The essence of your throat.
Kiss as long as we may,
Stealing the words from your mouth you wish to say.
Between foreign lips to my tongue,
I pray not for your bite back doing my own lip harm.
At the ease of embrace,
Pulling closer to feel textures of her beauty's face.
Lips comimg close to be of one,
Tasting of your taste in my mouth, before reaching your tongue.
We fell into a kiss.
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