High Coo!
Hot sun though shady
Softness moving in my lap
Frenzy in my brain
Fingers meet, entwine
Lips brush my earlobe, whisper
Blood rushing, thrilled
Torso to torso
Plunging beings lose control
Spiraling away
Softness moving in my lap
Frenzy in my brain
Fingers meet, entwine
Lips brush my earlobe, whisper
Blood rushing, thrilled
Torso to torso
Plunging beings lose control
Spiraling away
posted by Harry at 8:59 PM
3 Comments:
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Just a little musing on a summer’s night.
I love this poem! So sensual and satisfying.
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