By Pink Ink
Date: 10 March 2001
Always Written To You
You like it when I write to you,
you feel every word written. When
I say I want to sit on your face,
you know it’s you that I want, no
one else. That I want to make love
to you till it falls off, till we
both fall over from exaustion, with
smell of one another riding the wind
and screams of passion echoing through
air, tempting the devil himself to look.
(I can see your smile right now!)
03-10-01
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