Being Hers

By musicalsuicide

Wow that touch
That soft finger tracing my hips
She can whispers so many things in my ears
Make me feel so safe
Like nothing is wrong.
She likes biting my thigh
Kissing my neck.
So many things I could do to her.
But not enough time.
She can keep me though
Until she is spent.
Or until she needs nothing else from me.
But I can handling
Knowing now
I am hers.

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Copyright 2011 musicalsuicide
Published on Tuesday, February 22, 2011.     Filed under: "Erotica" and "Poetry"
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  • Nimue44 On Tuesday, January 20, 2015, Nimue44 (296)By person wrote:

    Love is an instant, even if you now that she's just using you, indeed.

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