The little death is yours my love
If you will just be mine
Upon a grassy bank perhaps
Our fevered limbs entwined
A thousand kisses will l give
My fingers probing deep
There you will give your heart to me
No secrets will you keep
Your eyes closed tight and fingers clenched
Your head thrown back in pleasure
While perfumed sweat will let us glide
As you await your treasure
A sigh a cry your nails dig deep
You gasp one final breath
Then slowly sink beneath the waves
To meet your little death
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Author:
James Stinson (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2023 13:52
- Category: Erotic
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Comments1
Bravo, ink well spilt in my very humble opinion sir .. Neville
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