Happiness
Hands twisted in happiness.
Just the two of us.
The taste of you
excites me to no end.
Dripping from my fingers.
Drooling from my lips.
I love the smell of you.
The thought of tasting you.
The taste of you on me.
Draws me into you.
Now don't tell me
You don't like the taste
of CINNABONS too!
1:14pm friday 7/ 24/ 2015
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2015
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