Floors creaking,
rings clinking.
And a scent so powerful,
your knees will shake.
Could it be,
maybe,
that you love me?
Bite me harder,
and that twinge of your hand,
on my ass,
mmm do it again.
Oh fuck,
hands gripping inocent pigtails,
ride me harder, as I scratch pleasure up your thigh.
One two three,
double, how many hands.
mmm I don't care.
You like it like that?
Just like
this.
Your moans the end all of overall senses,
exploding in bites across your collarbone,
and nails through your hair.
All in the name of pleasure,
and love,
and the flowers in the kitchen.
Could it be,
maybe you love me.
Sweet dreams my darlings,
I miss your bed,
your hands in my sleep,
your warmth in the morning.
Is there a cure for not wanting to go to sleep?
Could it be
that once again I stumble,
head on into love,
double the impact,
triple the heartbreak.
oh my buckle up loved ones.
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This poem just makes me smile
cute in a way that only you can be. I really liked these lines:
Could it be
that once again I stumble,
head on into love,
double the impact,
triple the heartbreak.
oh my buckle up loved ones.
Especially the last line it was cute and ended the write well. Love has a funny way of leading you in its direction. It takes trust and the will to over come lifes obstiacals in which I know that we can succed.
You know I love you lots and I think that she is pretty much there with you too. Were looking forward the many more wicked nights and happy days.
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