Life of An Ice Cube
Natures gem solid
Cold, now taken in my hand
Her back in arched shape
To her nape, warmth slowly melts
Witnessing trickles running
Down her spine it flows
Curvaceous sighs quivering
In hungered view, I
Retrace it's path to her nape
Fingers now cold in excite
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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