Spice It Up
A love story told through the passion of competition
Mature
the title of this poem is hard to miss each line dependent on your kiss the touch of your hand sends chills through my flesh your love grants my every wish tracing my fingers across your curve you jump as i send this surge of pleasure held by my tongue kissing your clit till your legs go numb i hear the pleasure in yo...
She asked to take pics at the mall but that doesn't stop me from giving her what she desires