B.K. Sharp


Unbridled

Taste your lips pressed to mine,
Tender soft red as wine,
Locks of beauty in braided touch,
Bodies close in a passions clutch,
A longing breath a dark caress,
Lustful vision lace and flesh,
Thirsting for each kiss and moan,
Our love in rhythm with the unknown,
Joy and pleasure draws us in,

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