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Papering My Walls
.
It's a wall thing,
When I'm found pushed
up against it;
His eyes going feral in
taking what he wants,
grazing roughness of
days old growth along
my neckline,
as if I've just met him in
my submitting dreams,
where his fingers do find
me like my dreams, wet
with want.
It's a wall thing,
When I'm found pushed
up against it;
His eyes going feral in
taking what he wants,
grazing roughness of
days old growth along
my neckline,
as if I've just met him in
my submitting dreams,
where his fingers do find
me like my dreams, wet
with want.
Published 17th Apr 2018
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17th Apr 2018 11:43pm
up against it!
where his fingers do find
me
those two lines...isolated...i see as anchors...nice reveal.
where his fingers do find
me
those two lines...isolated...i see as anchors...nice reveal.
18th Apr 2018 6:05am
Anonymous
18th Apr 2018 11:54am
No feeling quite like it ;)
18th Apr 2018 12:47pm
