I was his.
I lay there. Moving slightly, feeling the silk sheets caress my body. I hear his voice, calm and soothing with a slight edge to it that sent shivers down my spine. Are you ready he asks. I nod my head yes, my mouth dry unable to speak. He clears his throat in only the way he could, making it more of a statement. My tongue slides across my lips and I speak, yes Sir. I can hear...Read On
Added: 07 Aug 2012 | Category: Love Poems |
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