Cover Me, Loretta
cover me, loretta
let me feel your skin react
let me feel your soul consume me like the feeling of warm soup on a cold sunday
cover me, loretta
enliven me with the unique warmth of your buttocks
let me feel the creative climate of your bosoms take me away to enchanted waves of paradise
cover me, loretta
humor me please with the ease of your charming wit
broaden the slightly ajar door of my mind again with your multifarious definitions of life's ticklish whirlpool as you know it
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2017
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