Passion Its
Passion its
as passion writes of every line,
oh sweetest one you are divine,
between your thighs i burn to slip,
wet kisses moisten honey, ****,
till onto me you climb,
and frenzied pleasure ,
is sublime,
when kist,
sweet spirit mine...
serenity is blind,
the mind does unravel,
and unwind,
to thoughts of this…
Don Jonson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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