sexta-feira, 18 de abril de 2008

Smells Like...

Both on the bed
Your hands above my legs
My tongue under your neck
While you´re touching yourself
like a little bee is fucking a flower

I lay down myself
Over your fragile legs
My lips licking your entire body
and you let go out a scream of pleasure

I cry a tear over you
Your mouth in my ear just letting
a whispear saying
"Come inside me...now"

I can´t stop it anymore
and for once i feel like my life
is depending on you...

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