poem Impatient By Cara Thereon on Friday, January 8, 2016 A siren in silhouette Waiting in perfect position For the touch of your fingertips along eager skin To be set into motion Made to move, moan at your command If only you come and wake the doll Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like this:Like Loading... impatient thinking Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
Aku January 13, 2016 at 6:00 am Reply Lovely… that pic, the curve of the back, coupled with those words… 🙂
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Lovely… that pic, the curve of the back, coupled with those words… 🙂
what hips!
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Hehe. Va-voom