The moon up on the clouds,
Full with it's pride, no frown,
On it or me.
I'm seeing your face,
I'm seeing your smile,
I'll be happy for days.
The little light in the dark,
Penetrating your skin, glistening,
Your eyes shining,
Your lips moving, I'm listening.
Come closer baby,
Sway those hips.
Let me touch your thighs,
That curve.
Nasty me, I love your behind,
It's not about what I see on the surface.
Hold my hand,
Let me drink from those sweet lips.
Lay on the bed,
Feel my hand all over you, as you rest,
Get me naked,
Your hand on my back,
Let me swim deep in that ocean-
Between your thighs.
Feel the sweetness,
As we rock slow, back and forth,
Feel my love, count to the fourth-
Round as you look into my eyes,
Sweet you, my love.
The fantasy fades
The fantasy fades
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
THE WILLOW TREE
Thơ CaIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
