Young, creative and inspired.
Skin Soft as silk wrapped around me, Hands running down my back like 10 needles, Lips of rose petals brushing against my neck,
By Jojo Ty5 years ago in Poets
It's deep. It's flooding. Feels like the urge of wanting a cigarette, Does it ever go away? It's getting deeper, Seems never ending.
By Jojo Ty6 years ago in Poets