I.
You strum my heartstrings,
Not with words or fingers but
Your illicit tongue.
II.
Skin to skin we slip
From incandescent feeling
To darkest desire.
III.
I could write for you,
Weep poetry and bleed prose,
But I'd rather screw.
IV.
I tremble inside,
Your incarnadine whispers
Searing through my soul.
V.
Talk to me in tongues,
The ebb and flow of passion
Filling me with you.















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Go u!
It's very a....arousing...is that the right feeling i should b having?
lol.
Thankee muchly for thy thoughts!
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