LindaBostic

Beneath thine shadowed eyes and misty hearts breath  And over thine supple breasts trickle delicious sweat drips; Mine fingers trace thine skin as soft as soft as death  To taste thine anguish fraught within thy lips. Thine heart, thine heart bereft with such remorse   Over thy painful loss of touch to memories so sublime; Thine actions are reminder of thy vocals leaving coarse   But it is thy heart I feel that's left thee so divine.  And oh, the touch of shimmering locks of auburn gold    Do mark upon the languid lips that dance across my eyes,  I draw breath of delectable aromas thou hath told    Just to arc mine back and let thy

Beneath thine shadowed eyes and misty hearts breath  And over thine supple breasts trickle delicious sweat drips; Mine fingers trace thine skin as soft as soft as death  To taste thine anguish fraught within thy lips. Thine heart, thine heart bereft with such remorse   Over thy painful loss of touch to memories so sublime; Thine actions are reminder of thy vocals leaving coarse   But it is thy heart I feel that's left thee so divine.  And oh, the touch of shimmering locks of auburn gold    Do mark upon the languid lips that dance across my eyes,  I draw breath of delectable aromas thou hath told    Just to arc mine back and let thy

His hand hesitates a moment, But he finally gives in. His fingers gingerly make their way between hers. His warm hand in hers, feels like home.