Beautiful the weather
the precipitation chasing the length of your legsless words that haven't been said, but felt in every touch.your breath on the mirror, could've never been clearer.the rush of yourthe softness of your fleshfrom your headto your feetwords hide where tongues speak.feelings lie with no sheetsthe steam rise with every beatA memory shale be made,and it will forever be of meso touch me like I touch youwant me like I want youin this moment there's not a freaky thing that I wouldn't do!so let me lick you while your licking me too. ...