SUNDAY MORNING

Hello loves…

 

cry

He will walk into your life…

With hands that grasp

Those that pull you into his life

Unapologetically fixes you in his heart

Then smiles at you…

With lips too hard to forget

Their natural cherry shade

Locking them with yours you yearn

His eyes are a force

The kind that undresses you

Gets you touching where you feel them

You will create altars for both of you

Laying your hands in places you want his to rest

Imagining his tongue in you

Creating fires in you

-smoking you out

And on the day you are horniest…

He will walk out of your life.

cryy

Thank you for stopping by,

XoXo

Love_&_Light

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