cotton-filled mouth
and cotton-lined lips
exchanging kisses in the dim of the night
he's going over every inch of my neck
thoughts impaired by the bittersweetness
of a little girl named Mary Jane.
Hands exploring familar places
and some not so much.
grinding, thrusting-baby, don't stop.
I know it's wrong
ntohing about this is right.
Dear God-it's so wrong
but man oh man
it feels so damn right.
Author notes
mid-late August.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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mmmm, I really really like this. :]
do I know about this event? ;]
anyway, it was very sexy, but kinda innocent at the same time... I likey much.

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Stuff that feels so great and on the same time so wrong... it's never easy... You accidently switched the o and the t in nothing. Take care!


