This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Getting to silence.

Run your fingers to the only place they are destined to speak at……

(Mildly perfumed nipples.)

You only talk there, curl on the legs and make me whorl like a tweaked lily..

Take another gentle nip, splashing salted dew

And I do the job of being silent

(For a change).

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