It's easier to tell this through a story,than to ever say it happened to me...Because as he steered through fog to his house,remembering the quiet as she first touched the buttons slowly coaxed from her blouse, names whispered as their...
rhyme
Sinful Pleasure
"A short poem I wrote in my youth. i thought it wouldn't hurt to share it with the world"
He Touches me, and makes me scream, I always beg for more. We can do it on our bed, Or on the kitchen floor. My polished nails dig in his back, We stare with lustful eyes. Locked away in an...