Butterflies do a ballet routine as private lips drool in anticipation at the feel of her touch;
For my mind dwells not on her melodic voice nor her silky smooth skin but more on how her half lipped grin is a powerful prayer that sends the devil to her knees
Although that must explain my ripped jeans, weak knees and sinful mouth
For I have begged to be one to be one with this goddess and for punishment for these sinful desires
-Madikizela Lonele
YOU ARE READING
The Sound Of Sweet Little Nothings
RomanceMy stupid heart serves as untied shoes laces so this is a funny story of how I fell for you
