Fool For Your Candy
If you could just slide for a second
Feel for an instant
Submit for a moment
I’ll give you a glimpse of heaven
From the expanse of my thighs and
The curve of my lips
Like the prick of a needle
All good things begin on the surface
And go deeper.
‘Til Arms, legs, tongues are intertwined
Except for soft sounds of senses heightened.
– written by Chloe
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