Her wine velvet lips tickled my nude skin, sometimes what we do feels like a sin. When her finger tips trace my back, I feel like I'll have a heart attack. Her breath is heavy, thick and steamy, her whole self; body, the way she is; all so dreamy. I will keep her all to myself and no one will take her from my arms, no matter what happens or where we are; I will keep her from any harm.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
