Her lips against my skin,
My hand caressing her ****** thighs,
This night where I am within her.
I'll bleed my passion into her depths,
As she ***** the breath from my lungs,
And the tides that bring her ecstasy,
The still night is broken as she cries joy.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Her lips against my skin,
My hand caressing her ****** thighs,
This night where I am within her.
I'll bleed my passion into her depths,
As she ***** the breath from my lungs,
And the tides that bring her ecstasy,
The still night is broken as she cries joy.
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