![]() ![]() There are children spinning and laughing when they fall.Īnd i have seen her run when she thought i was in danger. There are dogs with slobbery tongues who need head scratches, ![]() There are babies who giggle when you play peekaboo, Somehow hate seeps through the cracks of time and makes us bitter and angry.Īre old folks out there who still tease each other, Human nature is beautiful and terrible and stunning. How many days do we think only of ourselves. How often do we remind our families we love them? Watching desire grow in painfully slow motionĮat raw cookie dough and laugh when it makes one giant cookie mass. Mesmerized by the dewy goodness held behind the smooth satin Now, within a half inch he breathes her in deeply She uses his wet flesh to wipe her finger clean He does so in silence, careful that he does not touch her Such a simple question with but one answer The scent grows exponentially upon the unfurling of petalsĪ glistening finger touches him just above his lip Opening her flower releasing a hint of nectar She runs her hand over the object of desireĪccentuating the outlines of what lies beneath His breath is slow, deliberate, and heavy She runs down the rules of his punishment He breathes in her essence wanting nothing more The word is grunted through gritted teeth His arousal is evident, as is his moist anticipation Sitting back on his feet, facing the floor Then he positions the other in the same manner He lifts one leg and gently places it over the arm She leans back in the armchair as he pulls her hips to the edge Grabbing the back of his hair she forces his eyes to hers ![]() That is evident by his failure to respond Sitting back on his feet, hands in lap, eyes to the floor She watches his muscles move in the moonlight Play peekaboo a little longer, and drag the sword between the lies. Let your work fade-let your work fade, my babe, They have holes in ears-for you-their mouths are wide-wide-open-!Īnd watch the ache and finished work flow,Īs it is merely zilch you're destined to grow.Īnd doesn't care for the sanguine ruin in those eyes, ![]()
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