Just him and i in our own world, in each others
minds, what a mess that is, i miss…
We see eye to eye, making each other fly….
I love it when he towers over me, not knowing
what will come next, perplexed….
We speak to no words, we just know…
String of beads up and down my spine,
pretending to play blind….
Lower still to my ass pussy, my body
Teeth clenched, i am drenched, and never
want to be dry again….
We make memories on strands of cinnamon….
Notes rise and fall as each tune is released…
I crumple like sheet music, waiting for the
next melodious creation….
*THERE WILL BE A PART 4, THE
FINAL..PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*