I feel like I have hit a point A point of no return. I stand at the front of the line, A line from parts unknown. I hop from foot to foot,
By Anomalis Grl6 years ago in Poets
The breeze in my hair, the sand on my feet I watch the sunset, I don’t miss a beat. The colors are painted in soft subtle hues,
The smell of his skin is intoxicating it leaves me weak and yearning. His hands on my soft skin caress and embrace me like a fleece blanket.
The feel of the leather on my skin makes me go weak as he begins. The crack it makes as it hits my ass causes a shudder to run down my spine.