Could not control the passion
Could not resist his urge
Fistful of her dark curls
Almost on the verge
Lavacious smile upon her lips
Subtle nodding in consent
Fistful of her dark curls
As he forces her descent
Could not explain the feeling
Could not find the words
Fistful of her dark curls
Get her hungry mouth to work
Lavacious smile now on his lips
He looks into her eyes
Fistful of her dark curls
As this hot mouth he defiles
Could not hold off for too long
Could not deny the thrill
Fistful of her dark curls
As she performs at will
Lavacious smiles between them
Lustful look into his eyes
Fistful of her dark curls
As she swallows all his pride
Could not predict this outcome
Could not believe til now
Fistful of her dark curls
Gentle kisses on her brow
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Little Whispers
PoesíaA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery