In the retrospect of the now ..
We are pure..
As I turn to you and instantly touching the back of your neck..
I begin ..
you answer me in puddles , that we'll just call,
..sweat.
Give me a women whose body I can use as a canvas ..
my hands the brushes .. every stroke to be sensual and felt..
what's good for her is good for me .. let me ~moVe you
let me make you ..
smile ~ as you quiver within my arms,
my bed is the wall.. no sheets
just skin"
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
In the retrospect of the now ..
We are pure..
As I turn to you and instantly touching the back of your neck..
I begin ..
you answer me in puddles , that we'll just call,
..sweat.
Give me a women whose body I can use as a canvas ..
my hands the brushes .. every stroke to be sensual and felt..
what's good for her is good for me .. let me ~moVe you
let me make you ..
smile ~ as you quiver within my arms,
my bed is the wall.. no sheets
just skin"
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