An Insatiable Appetite
I have a desire for every inch of you.
The smell of your breath on my needing lips,
The taste of you under the covers,
And your voice rummaging through every vein in my body
Labels: oh how naughty
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
Labels: oh how naughty
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