Saturday, August 21, 2010

Mine

Many things

I’ve dreamt I’d do

Desires and fantasies

Come true

Holding you

Within my arms

Breathing your scent

Gently tracing

Contours and lines

The curve

Of your hips

The sweetness

Of your lips

Nipping and suckling

Biting and claiming

What’s meant to be mine

Mine

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