Your hands
sliding down
my pink cheek
ticking my neck and
grabbing my hips.
I cannot help
but to pull you
closer with each
candy coated
kiss.
Your voice is sweet
your words are absorbing
into my veins
like medicine.
My hips push against yours
wanting you closer
as I wrap you up
tight with my long
candy cane legs
You whisper in my ear
"If you knew what I wanted
to do with you"
We talk about being each others muse
but independent
enough to walk away.
And the beauty in this is that you haven't.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
Your hands
sliding down
my pink cheek
ticking my neck and
grabbing my hips.
I cannot help
but to pull you
closer with each
candy coated
kiss.
Your voice is sweet
your words are absorbing
into my veins
like medicine.
My hips push against yours
wanting you closer
as I wrap you up
tight with my long
candy cane legs
You whisper in my ear
"If you knew what I wanted
to do with you"
We talk about being each others muse
but independent
enough to walk away.
And the beauty in this is that you haven't.
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