Monday, 14 September 2020

 

When I look into the mirror
I try to hide the traces of pleasure
The one's you inked 
All over 
On my flesh

The tender ache on my breasts
The hickeys on my neck
And the dripping fountain
Betwixt my legs
I feel so contented
Blooming like a lotus

I wish to see you again
Inbetween my tangled mane.

©LR

R

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