Your lips were prohibited for me.
You were in the out of bound territory.
Somehow we bumped with each other
and fell down on the ground.
Then we started to taste each other’s lips.
And I touched your forbidden fishnet stockings
for the first time.
The fishnet stockings remind me something.
I eat fishes for you and some fishes are boneless.
A contest entry
- Erotica (Picture Prompt) by Beating.
450 points, ended December 1, 2007, 8 entries
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