Groove of Things
Embrace me my lover,
Let eager fingers identify your physical boundary,
Innocently caressing every curve leaving a surmounting temptation like no other,
Satisfying even those hidden pages tucked away in your precious diary,
Lovingly kissing such divine lips,
Every hand stroke encountering a quivering body,
While lustful hands clasp onto swinging hips,
Fair warning it will be considerably rowdy.
Copyright © Ty Price | Year Posted 2012
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