Shooting Star
Oh, Starlight, star bright.
Will we make love upon a shooting star tonight?
His body so fierce, so intimidating that it burns my body’s core.
Temptation is arising.
I have to make him mine.
Is it bad that I never made love?
I believe the depths of my soul have forgotten how to love.
Copyright © Jewels Denyle | Year Posted 2015
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