Smelt
smelt
mumble
set aside
all lingerings
let the water rise
feelings pressured in me
yet, everything is alright
tender tip lings around my neck
take it easy now, a few more steps
cooling and press your lips upon my flesh
compromising tingles, in different sets
place your hands on my hips, enter soft at your own bliss
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2009
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