I bit into a Strawberry the juices dripped down my lips after I caught myself reminiscing about the taste of your lips. Strawberry creme pies dripping down my inner thigh. You are the cause of my embracing ideologies, you and I are sensuality wrapped up in divinity. Pleasurable sensitivity, begging moans of yes please, feel me, deeper, and deeper a sense of sexual sensations. Your strawberry tainted lips.. I need it.
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Chapter Five - Page Forty-One
YOU ARE READING
You,Me, & The Bee
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, this book is relatively about Love in all forms! I think commonly when we refer to love we get a depiction of romance but as you the reader and soon to become Hopeless romantic love is so much more than just Romance.