I spend my days thinking about you
What could have been
A kiss that blossomed
Where our embrace led to
The love we made
Where your thighs parted to receive me
A flood of love to your core
A wave of heat that washed over you
Your face flushed
Your love wet
My mechanical gyrations
That stimulated your delicate flesh
And caused the vision to blur
As you came with me
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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