What I wish was all she dreams
Sweet milky cream...
In this the taste
Her beautiful lips; nectars
Wet aneath tangerine bliss
Flavours swirling and oh so pink
Breast betwixt their warmth her cry
Pleasure; Your tender sighs
All I wish be all your dreams; She...
As your love and love, her cherry screams.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013