Soft and Mellow
Your Lips, Divine
Skin on Skin
A Hot thrilling Crime
Push and Pull
Your Hands, my Waist
A Painful Delight
Bites and Taste
Soft and Mellow
Your Lips, Divine
Skin on Skin
A Hot thrilling Crime
Push and Pull
Your Hands, my Waist
A Painful Delight
Bites and Taste
The mind dictates good intentions but the heart flounders.
The heart is a fickle thing.
It wants all but expects so little.
Haunted with wisps of memories best left faded in the deep.
Longing for shadows of a past bliss shrouded with misdirection.
– wilnako