sometimes when I close my eyes
I can feel your lips pressing gently
against my skin
your scent fills my soul
leaving me drunk with passion
to taste your lips would be the
sweetest necter of life.
your eyes plunge deep within me
filling me with pleasure
my poetic soul is thirsty for
your love.
quench me.
So much emotion and soul packed into this! Love how you use an economy of words. As writers, we are sometimes so in love with our own voice that we end up compromising the content just to see ourselves talk...
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
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