intoxicating.
my mind races as your
hands caress every inch
of my being,
twisting right
but going wrong.
like the blood beneath
my skin,
I burn for you.
then it is over,
and I am left
alone.
t.m.v
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
intoxicating.
my mind races as your
hands caress every inch
of my being,
twisting right
but going wrong.
like the blood beneath
my skin,
I burn for you.
then it is over,
and I am left
alone.
t.m.v
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