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Memories
* Model- Demon Dundee
Collaboration with Aaron Jenkins.
This is his photo, I wrote a poem to it.
Here is a link to my other profile, there you can find his link: http://unleashedheathen.deviantart.com/art/Memories-289351194 *
As I stood there, I had recognized the discomfort on his face
I couldn't help but to remember the times when we had made angry love
It was hot and steamy, and that's why my eyes wander lower to his chest tattoo
When he'd trap me with his towering body, I'd smother myself in his sweaty chest
And try to bite those wings off, just to tell him that when he touches me, I no longer feel the need to fly
Then my gaze would venture forth to his stomach
And how I would kiss it, just as he did mine
As I would move lower, I would look up, and feel those fisted hands pushing me lower
And when I had went down to those curly pubic hairs, I remember touching the place that some would like to see
Collaboration with Aaron Jenkins.
This is his photo, I wrote a poem to it.
Here is a link to my other profile, there you can find his link: http://unleashedheathen.deviantart.com/art/Memories-289351194 *
As I stood there, I had recognized the discomfort on his face
I couldn't help but to remember the times when we had made angry love
It was hot and steamy, and that's why my eyes wander lower to his chest tattoo
When he'd trap me with his towering body, I'd smother myself in his sweaty chest
And try to bite those wings off, just to tell him that when he touches me, I no longer feel the need to fly
Then my gaze would venture forth to his stomach
And how I would kiss it, just as he did mine
As I would move lower, I would look up, and feel those fisted hands pushing me lower
And when I had went down to those curly pubic hairs, I remember touching the place that some would like to see
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