"If
you run your fingers
down my back
like that
I won't say no.
So, if no is what you
want,
then stop,"
I say
as you bite into
your peach,
red sticky sweet
drips down your
hand,
Your swamp eyes
shine.
"How can peaches
be that red?"
I fumble
as you press
your lips
to my neck,
shoulders,
soft of my stomach.
I bite my lip
to stop the noise
as the room
fills with peaches.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
"If
you run your fingers
down my back
like that
I won't say no.
So, if no is what you
want,
then stop,"
I say
as you bite into
your peach,
red sticky sweet
drips down your
hand,
Your swamp eyes
shine.
"How can peaches
be that red?"
I fumble
as you press
your lips
to my neck,
shoulders,
soft of my stomach.
I bite my lip
to stop the noise
as the room
fills with peaches.
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