She admires the memories of passionate night left on herself
Showing what her eyes can see, "A gorgeous damsel, can this be me?" Urging, needing to touch, explore, Be an exhibitionist today or a peeping voyeur ? Falling in love with her own shadow, From the silky hair to the curling toe. Her hands wandered to her dainty curves, Her loins reacted to the firing nerves. She cooed, she giggled, she turned around, Looking for it and...Read On
Added: 15 May 2013 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 4.86 |
Tags: mirror morning passion memories
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