Wrapped in lace she whispers a sigh, Skin meeting skin like soft rose petals, Hushed murmurs heard through the woods, Ringing through the trees a joint scream peaks, Burning surges along the back, Cuts and bruises trailing down, Awkward positions hiding quick, Silenced giggles from behind, Lights flashing, harsh yelling, Zippers yanked, Skirts pulled tight, Running fast, for the time of our lives.
Kitteh Spoon · Sat Sep 20, 2008 @ 04:57am · 2 Comments |