Knew you never…
Love, you taught me the art of Masochism… For I’d rather suffer forever than to forget and feel like I knew you Never!
Love, you taught me the art of Masochism… For I’d rather suffer forever than to forget and feel like I knew you Never!
Snow? Don’t be silly… With you, my sweet Darling, it’s summer all year long!
All I needed was the sweet sight of my name, laying on your lips to go into rhapsodies about you… For on my soul you had left a kiss.
You dear, seismograph Of my every heartquake.
In the era of bright flashy neon sex, I tried to lure you with the simple promise of a romantic candle flame. That’s just how cocky and bold I can be…
You can try to forget me… You can try, to make up your mind, that I am not worth a try… But you know, don’t you? You know we’re made for each other….
She didn’t need any mini skirt to make her sexy… When he told her just how clever he found her to be. She felt as if she had cleavage running right down to her knees.
Oh, the sweet sound of your voice, the sweet sound of your sighs… The sweet taste of your burning lips. The sweet sight of your smile. All those sweet little nothings wrapped in the greatness of you. No wonder I never hesitated to walk, for you, the extra Mile….
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Via today’s Daily Prompt: Agile Bright blue skies, pretty young lies… Tickling my flesh ever so gently, making my skin, valleys and peaks pointy… Oh you are good, but kid yourself not! Even with a knee down, I can always get up. And though you know your way well, around my pesky little heart, there…… Continue reading Not so…