That one tip tracing my every nerve
Pushing me closer to the heaven
Leaving a trail
Making a map,
Of his desire
Over my flushed skin
And ruling my mind
Leaving between us
no gap..
Mind gripped..
That one tip tracing my every nerve
Pushing me closer to the heaven
Leaving a trail
Making a map,
Of his desire
Over my flushed skin
And ruling my mind
Leaving between us
no gap..
I Think For All 
Your expressions crealed ripples into my thoughts…
The first line and the last one indicated the derire…
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