Cutting Kisses

Cutting kisses strewn about the floor wondering if desire had an end? Arms flailing the curtains thrown back slicing the morning light streaming currents into my eyes my sight drowning Her beauty, that no one else sees her hidden talents, her wayward smile her fingers coaxing, beckoning me back Cutting kisses blowing whispers turned yells shouting, professing our love the top of our lungs, the … Continue reading Cutting Kisses

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