The One
Prompt: Love Draws Fire With Her Hands
You are my favorite kind of ice cream
My kinkiest wet dream
The one that I absolutely crave
My naughtiest sex slave
You are the one who lights a spark
The one I moan out to in the dark
My sweetest cup of tea
My delicious agony
You are the essence inside this room
The one I want to consume
The hot breath down my spine
The one that I call mine
You are the fire inside my lungs
The one who makes me speak tongues
The whisper in my ear
The one who holds the mirror
You are the smile on my lips
The tingle in my fingertips
A new reason for me to be free
The owner of this melody
A.D. Small
January 25, 2024
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Comments1
I've fainted! I never knew this was about me! heehee.
Lol. Thank you for the comment.
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