Sunday, June 3, 2012

touch

Sealed wit multiple orgasms Traces of cum on the bed sheets Moans heard down the hallways of the dorm Stop and list she's almost there Touched but a hand across her breast Nipples harden, Back arched, goose bumps raise As shivers run thru the bdy And she relaxes to let the orgasm take control Legs trembling Pussy tlkin "FUK" she screams Batteries dead ! Lol

n2me

There’s nothing that lies between me and u Sheets tide around our backs they bring me in and out of u Brings me closer Soft like silk she brings me chills Like the sound of a humming bird Her breathe soothes me The release of soft moans calms me Her legs rapped around me Nothing can describe this vibe Complex moves divide us Adding us Multiplying orgasms between us My lips on ur pussy Givin u internal chills My love for u is now revealed On my lips , chin N on my got damn black sheets Baby u lucky; like me n2 u, u get in u get into me

She Cant

She cant possibly love the way I love. Think the way I think or even look as effortlessly as I do into the eyes of perfection. I cant keep the emotions hidden behind the walls of insecurities and doubt. Patients I hold in my hand , tightly bold up close to my heart like a fire fly as I child I didn’t want to let go. I need that mystery of almost letting go and peeking to see if its still in my hand. Her feelings are why I hold my patients. Will she open her wings and reveal her true beauty, reason and destiny. Am I written on the pattern she wears so proudly. Strut her wings I whisper , she’s priceless. Inclined to know her every move as the wind flows under and over her wings. Through life she goes so , so carelessly. As I watch from a distance the firefly fights to breathe fresh air. I wish not to kill the patients I have so I let it go along with my insecurities and doubt. I stop in front of her nervous not to hurt her I put my hand out and she accepts. She whispers love songs in my ear for what seems a lifetime. I enjoy the moment for what it is I left her go and watch her travel the winds. She cant possibly know what I know about her , love the way I love her or even see what I see when I look closely into the pattern of her wings …