His Hands On My Waist, by Auden |
He kisses my forehead in the rain, He kisses my and works his way down To my lips, the music from his truck moving us quicker, moving to my neck, then he goes lower to my breasts and I want nothing more than to make love to him and be with him as long as it is forever going to be possible. |
Posted: 2013-05-12 19:47:12 UTC |
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