Capture, dictate and lead my feelings, Walk my emotions like a beach stroll, Climb my nerves as if they were trees for your frolic...
By Penrose Eames4 years ago in Poets
I have fantasies, fantasies of your panties draped across my bed & my face being lost, Lost between your legs and thighs.
She said her name was love And I didn't believe her until she smiled So I opened up my door And asked her 2 stay awhile
I asked her what was she was and they replied all kind of things but one thing they all agree, HER blood made them queens