Sunday, June 28, 2009
 | On the couch we kiss. Hands move round. Cloths fall to floor. Mouths lock tight. Lips lock on low. Taste long and deep Your moisture is fine. Tongue twirls both. Back of throat deep. Lips take lips round. Slick it lets me in you. My head enters heat. A rock of pelvis goes. The feelings real. Nails drag along flesh. No holding back. Our releases continue. Into you, you on me. |
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