A Taste For Connie
Bitten
bottom lips bleed
as passion breeds
entwined breaths
exhaled
tongues in lapped content
stolen visions sent
shivers scrape her spine
tonight that trust is mine
teeth naw a blushing raw
soft whispers feign
a taste~her lust~insane
nights holding back the day
the lunatic's at play
Copyright © Raw Thinker | Year Posted 2017
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