Heather Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (October 29,1979 / Portland Oregon)

Morning Glory - Poem by Heather Milks

I can still taste the sweat on your lips.
I can feel the arch of my back
and the trembling of my legs.
I feel the warmth move across my face
as I allow a moment of reflection.
As my mind takes me away
to where your lips are dancing around my breasts
to when you were so deep inside my soul.
Worth the early rise and well worth the wait.


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  • Angelique' RockwellAngelique' Rockwell (12/27/2006 2:18:00 AM)

    morning sex, love the picturistic view (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2010


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