The frisson of you dances on my lips,
Anticipations of you biting at my hips,
The sweet smell of you memorizes..
Staring passions delicious mistress in the eye..
The rile of luxuria burning..
Slowly hungry for more..
Your prisoner of lecherousness..
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Battle Wounds
PoetryWaves of passions tides crashing against the shoreline of life.. A collection of battle wounds of love lost..
