This endless ache to trace
the curves of him
with my soft velvet tongue
biting gently with slow kisses
and drinking from his chalice
the curves of him
with my soft velvet tongue
biting gently with slow kisses
and drinking from his chalice
I am more than a flower you can pick. I am a bouquet of beauty; the scent of desire, the fragile petal and graceful stem, alive with color....
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