Treasure Island

george albot


Food


My lips are craving for your wet mouth
My tongue need you’re taste
I need to kiss you with the passion
And a force
That will take you breath away
I hope you can feel the desire I have for you
But if not just look into my eyes
And you will see the heat I have
Because if you don’t see that
Then you must be blind

Next time we are in bed together
I am going to kiss you
Until you beg me to stop
And if you think you can handle
The kissing then you better think again

All that you are going to be is a meal
And you haven’t seen me this hungry yet
You will be so on the edge
I will turn you inside out
That a promise
XXX

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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