Threadbare
Wear
thy breast
thin, now rest
thy cheeks rosy
upon my armored chest
smashing the headboard, tea cozy
Now we play ring around the rosary
In me embedded, stroking silk strands of my hair
Thoughts growing so hazy, day dream dozy
Your fiery eyes keep me toasty
now roaming kisses quest
our lips mosey
mounting crest
Last test
Bare
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This is a Diatelle.
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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