george albot


in my eyes


I hope that one day,
You'll come to realize
How perfect you look
When seen though my eyes

But if tomorrow, my life was to end
With so many of the fun thing left to do
It wouldn't matter at all
Because, of the times I have spent with you

So give me your body,
Your heart, mind, and soul.

And let's make sweet love together,
To make each other whole.

So Come and lie down here beside me,
And let me kiss your skin.
As my lips trace circles,
To leave a trail of wetness from where I have bin.

Let your breasts heave for the moment,
With your Nipples reaching so high
As my mouth and tongue caress them,
So your thoughts now
can begin to fly.

xxx

Submitted: Wednesday, December 05, 2012
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