Straddle me with lip-gloss pout,
ensnare your prey with lip-sheen smile:
lift firm pecs to eye-shadow wink,
eye-liner proposition this studied guile;
and I have naught to live for now
than be with you for just a while.
Please make your response or comment on my profile page. Thank you.
Sunday 15th January 2012 1:07 pm
- 2012 (1)
Moriam Nesa on Yesteryearning (Wed, 19 Feb 2014 04:39:53 am)