Birds and the Bees by Angela Thomas Run your fingers through my hair, grab little bits, like you would for a pony's reins, and pull. Slide your hands up and down my sides, like trying to smooth the icing on a cake with a spatula. Take my lips and cover them up, they are so cold, you are thermal to them, essential. Work on my hands, using your own, like a cap fits on a marker, put us together. Lay in my bed, Honey, and coat me like I'm pollen and it's mating season. 06/18/2004 Posted on 06/18/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)