I feel a yearn, a want, a need...
I look in his eyes smell the scent of him my body tingles as we sit and laugh and drink, i cant take it any longer i have to have this body that makes me feel so good inside makes me feel alive.. I need him to lay me down and make slow passionate love to me...grab me by the throat from behind while breathing heavy and panting, bite my neck and make me feel on top of the world... i want him every day this bittersweet taste of love. This feeling that no one else gives me...
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ThedarkprinceVvvvV
03:00 May 17 2012
interesting poem sounds very intense,
AngelicKitrA
19:01 May 21 2012
*pokes the Prince* Uh huh it does :D