What doth the wind whisper
when it caresses.... your neck
blows softest kisses in your ear
traces the sweetest curve
of a female back... Nirvana is
the swerve... is absurd...such nerve
that I would dare to touch...
what we need so much .. enhanced
time stands still.. waiting
for the thrill.. ..of shortened breath
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
What doth the wind whisper
when it caresses.... your neck
blows softest kisses in your ear
traces the sweetest curve
of a female back... Nirvana is
the swerve... is absurd...such nerve
that I would dare to touch...
what we need so much .. enhanced
time stands still.. waiting
for the thrill.. ..of shortened breath
