I scream as if it was wind against the house.

Howls form in the name of pleasure

Its been some time since I felt you this deep

Since you feasted on my sex

sticking under pressure

moaning like the wolves to the moon

reaching for more

skin glowing the breaking dawn blue

sweat drips

as you tie me

catching the wind as it sneaks in

kissing my back.

10/03/2007

Posted on 01/27/2009
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