Sweet innocent obsession
Your words of soft indecency mar our driven snow path
Winding languorously along the curves of our almost lovers bodies
Palpitating in the tumult of your suggested breath on my skin
Soft alabaster patiently bare for your razing
Burned and again by the singularity of your kiss
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment