I’m an addict
and
it’s all your fault.
There’s
a comfort
that your skin carries
it’s...
overwhelming.
It’s an aphrodisiac, it’s an anesthetic.
I’m addicted to your touch
I’m intoxicated by your embrace
The side effects?
I feel a shuddering in my bones,
my every muscle relaxing,
almost collapsing.
My breath slows to a light drag,
my thoughts become just as soft as your lovely skin.
My every worry is drawn away,
anxiety flows out of my veins.
This is symbiosis;
I release my emotional toxins
and you bestow upon me this ethereal comfort.
Laying between your legs,
my head caressed by your thighs,
my head above your ***
and my arms wrapped about your gorgeous form,
I get my fix.
I’m an addict, my dear,
just
please don’t send me away.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
I’m an addict
and
it’s all your fault.
There’s
a comfort
that your skin carries
it’s...
overwhelming.
It’s an aphrodisiac, it’s an anesthetic.
I’m addicted to your touch
I’m intoxicated by your embrace
The side effects?
I feel a shuddering in my bones,
my every muscle relaxing,
almost collapsing.
My breath slows to a light drag,
my thoughts become just as soft as your lovely skin.
My every worry is drawn away,
anxiety flows out of my veins.
This is symbiosis;
I release my emotional toxins
and you bestow upon me this ethereal comfort.
Laying between your legs,
my head caressed by your thighs,
my head above your ***
and my arms wrapped about your gorgeous form,
I get my fix.
I’m an addict, my dear,
just
please don’t send me away.
