Messy beds and scratched bodies.A Poem by PaoLetting my mind go.I was literally counting down the hours to jump in his arms and wrap my legs around him. He was special. And I could only imagine us.. Against walls, on the floor, in the shower. We would make love and it would be electric. We would be rough but sensual. Like animals, on the counter, the beach or even on the cold snowy ground. Lip biting. A*s grabbing. Grinding. Locked fingers. Intertwined legs. And locked lips. © 2015 PaoFeatured Review
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