by GritanteLisboa, Lisbon, Portugal
May 2019 773 Views 2 comments
PRESENCE OF YOU
Touch...
with his lips to my mouth,
with his hands to my skin,
with your being my will.
Steal
from my mouth hot kisses,
from my skin the burning desire,
of my wanting to deliver it.
Cover ...
my mouth delights,
my skin of malice,
my wanting only of sins.
Bring on...
on his lips the poison,
in his hands the obscene,
in your being my pleasure.
I need to ...
from my racing heart,
of my drunken body
the presence of you.
with his lips to my mouth,
with his hands to my skin,
with your being my will.
Steal
from my mouth hot kisses,
from my skin the burning desire,
of my wanting to deliver it.
Cover ...
my mouth delights,
my skin of malice,
my wanting only of sins.
Bring on...
on his lips the poison,
in his hands the obscene,
in your being my pleasure.
I need to ...
from my racing heart,
of my drunken body
the presence of you.
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Posted: May 2019
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