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 …
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