He makes me sore, through my pores, and i want
more…..
Pushing my limits, always and more, to my core….
My dark muse brought to life, like a knife he splits,
becomes apart of me, my only plea….
He’s kissed every inch, pinched, leaving
his mark till we part…..
I love feeling him the next morning,
his smell still inside me, sore, till
i want more…..
grumpygorman
January 30, 2018 at 5:33 Z01
(gulp)
angelicdarkness70
December 9, 2017 at 5:33 Z12
Thank you for stopping by
lourasmus
December 9, 2017 at 5:33 Z12
fuck yes