Its just the right time to breathe you in,
And fill my lungs with the scent of you
You are bursting like caviar upon my tongue
and my head is light and feathery

My thoughts are blurred like a black and white photo
and you are burning up my thighs
finding your way to where my stockings end
and bare skin begins...

06/14/2005

Posted on 06/15/2005
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