Sunday, September 30, 2018

Allen

September 27, 2018
9:16 pm
Allen
I'm wet with the taste of your lips
whispering inside me
touch me like fire raging high
tattoo love notes across my skin
flowing through the river of my fountain
ride these wings of love until
midnight finds us howling
wake me before the moon
begs once upon time
love is not a sin
Wet me with the taste
of you
whispering
inside me
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker


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