And before you scratch my back hard before you bite my earlobe sharp before you traipse my hair astir let me gaze the mole beneath your lips & rasp it charily.
And I wonder if I will be able to hold you in between my arms while you sit across my waist, tipsy & waiting for me to touch the depths, I've wandered so many times...
I cried For several nights After you let go My love and me As if you were A tree with so many leaves And as the defoliation started You left me to the wind To waver & fade And as I touched the ground I realized I was nothing But a seasonal spring.
I hear you moan as we intertwine our hands. Tell me, is it the grainy touch of my tongue circling around your curves or the sweat that elates you instead of turning you stolid?
As the mascara letup your eyes & the sweat around my belly-button kisses your lips, I let myself to be dominated & when your curves rub against my skin every bit of my manliness succumbs.
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