She’s spectacular when wet…
Auburn curls glistening
Gleaming
And water dripping down her rosy cheeks
And nose…
But then again she’s always been
Beautiful
When drenched with something more than
The aftermath of rainy days…
There’s a vulgar sort of misplaced
Open-mouthed
Bended-knee desire and
Sexuality in her subtle sniffles
That she plays off as some great spell of
Naivety…
How easy it is to forget
That I can read all in the eyes
And in those breathy moans that sink inside my ears
And attempt to reverberate off the hidden parts of me…
Remember my shy little girl…
These walls are not conducive elements
When one looks for producing a reciprocated
Dirty sort of echoing
Sound…
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Written at the request of LostSoul |
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