Where there's smoke,
there's fire.
This burning
is not cliche,
nor peculiar,
it's a natural
hormonal-thing.
She spins me
round and round,
makes such
sweet
lovely sounds,
sings to me
with those precious lips.
I am warm to the touch,
in a trance with her,
her dripping words,
her sensuous vibe
& I feel zombie-like,
she fuels my desire,
high octane mama.
Touch me.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Where there's smoke,
there's fire.
This burning
is not cliche,
nor peculiar,
it's a natural
hormonal-thing.
She spins me
round and round,
makes such
sweet
lovely sounds,
sings to me
with those precious lips.
I am warm to the touch,
in a trance with her,
her dripping words,
her sensuous vibe
& I feel zombie-like,
she fuels my desire,
high octane mama.
Touch me.
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