I wish I could write her a
poem to do justice, but how
does one write a love poem to
the sculpting of her neck. I
love her, not dejectedly, flatly
nor frantically, but full of that
perfect, full pleasure which
whips, through veins and all
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
I wish I could write her a
poem to do justice, but how
does one write a love poem to
the sculpting of her neck. I
love her, not dejectedly, flatly
nor frantically, but full of that
perfect, full pleasure which
whips, through veins and all
