Only To Us
In the span of stolen hours, thy lips fall silent apart from thy pupils
muttering softly, acquainting with an
astonishing creation wherefrom
created. In many respects,
could not restrain
inhaling
its intense
gold of
pleasure.
And unwilling
to exhale for
fear of lost
sight of creators
treasure. Thy lips
drew near, prevailing upon thy pupils;
transcending and transitioning to that wherefrom
created within the inner sanctum, time and time again...surreptitiously.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
08-21-2013
Copyright © Pace Ink-U-Script | Year Posted 2013
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