Saturday, November 19, 2011

R:

You kiss me and your lips have a sweet hotness, scorching as you dull my senses and heighten my body’s blood flow








A love bit so deep I am at your whim, your demand, your control








Renounced to a curious moth and you the pulsating flame






Your body the perfect shade of brown, you put honey to shame






What you want…






Just say…






I will do…






I will obey…no complaints









We move like trained dancers each position smooth, swift, tight, precise.






Steady we tremble with barley enough strength to embrace

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