My legs around his waist,
My mouth embracing his taste,
Our kiss fire-fuelled and chaste,
Moving to an unseen frantic pace,
Pleasure ripe upon his glowing face,
All hesitancy disappears without a trace,
A game of pleasure but it's not a race,
Consideration of clothes treated like lace,
At the point of ****** i break like an overflowing case,
Starfilled vision-until I awake in the heat of his space.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
My legs around his waist,
My mouth embracing his taste,
Our kiss fire-fuelled and chaste,
Moving to an unseen frantic pace,
Pleasure ripe upon his glowing face,
All hesitancy disappears without a trace,
A game of pleasure but it's not a race,
Consideration of clothes treated like lace,
At the point of ****** i break like an overflowing case,
Starfilled vision-until I awake in the heat of his space.
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