You run your hands
I run my tongue
Hands tangled in my mermaid wish you were here hair
I've got a mouth made for bruising
With your flashy kick stand made for using
Between you and me who needs three?
Pushing me down with rough assuredness
I never did take orders well though
Flipping over, landing face down exactly where I am needed
Now who's song splashes off of white washed walls?
Please. Gods yes. Just like that.
I want to tell you to blow it all over my tonsils
My face. Stomach. Chest.
Any where you want
But I don't
Instead I increase speed
Not as soft and easy as I seem
Rough palms cradle a well made skull
One last ****** **** A hissed name on begging lips
My tongue swirls around your most sensitive ridge
You shudder and pull away
Kissing me softly, tasting your appreciation on
my swollen lips
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
You run your hands
I run my tongue
Hands tangled in my mermaid wish you were here hair
I've got a mouth made for bruising
With your flashy kick stand made for using
Between you and me who needs three?
Pushing me down with rough assuredness
I never did take orders well though
Flipping over, landing face down exactly where I am needed
Now who's song splashes off of white washed walls?
Please. Gods yes. Just like that.
I want to tell you to blow it all over my tonsils
My face. Stomach. Chest.
Any where you want
But I don't
Instead I increase speed
Not as soft and easy as I seem
Rough palms cradle a well made skull
One last ****** **** A hissed name on begging lips
My tongue swirls around your most sensitive ridge
You shudder and pull away
Kissing me softly, tasting your appreciation on
my swollen lips
To ******** A truly enjoyable talent to have.
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