• nightwriter_i 47w

    We will have a drink or two and we will go to your house.

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    Joyride.

    Once more it'd be right to seal illogic with a kiss,
    Hot hands in cool fingers
    Smooth legs striding on easy in linen and silk.

    Tongue leaves a trail
    For the eyes to follow
    I touch creases that hanks
    on either side of your mellow

    You open your bra and
    your nipples graze vaguely
    on the dry contours of my lips,
    turning them pale.

    I waded in and smooched your skin
    to look up and see what thrill was
    to look up and see your face.

    ©nightwriter_i