Slight vibrations on the skin.
Dancing fingers,
travel.
Light touch,
rosey blush.
Lips pressed against her breast.
Caressed.
Warm bodies intertwined.
Bumps rise, down her spine.
Warm breath
soothes her neck,
wrapped delicately within
ecstasy.
This is the hell I see When I close my eyes. A reflection of what's inside. I need an escape. Something to help me go to a world I would never know. Where is this good life? Where is my reward for the
I wrote a poem it sucks I showed my buddy he hated it The rhythm is completely off it doesn't even flow and there are no rhymes. It even ends in the middl