skin laced in pleasure trembles,
juices splashed on taste buds
melting like strawberry fruit...

touch lips to ivory palaces
as you wish them to be touched.
slide down the curves with your
flushed cheeks,
butterfly kisses following your trail.

I'll sugar your flesh with
cinnamon and honeydust...
golden shimmers in the candlelight.

You taste like strawberries...

*smile*

02/08/2002

Posted on 02/08/2002
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