this is not a punishmentnor is it retaliation for the wrongs you have inflictedand we both know they
this is not a punishmentnor is it retaliation for the wrongs you have inflictedand we both know they are manyand the wounds run deepand the scars will visible foreverwe both knowwe both seeHOWEVERright now, I don’t want your hands on meyes, i miss the feeling of youyour breath on my skinyour hands in my hairthe slickness you causeas my pussy throbs and melts for youas you slide into my body feeling for my corepiercing my soulNOITWOULDSEARMYSKINAND SOULTOFEELas much as i want your body on minei will accept my own hands sliding across my own sensitive skinas i think of a timewhen the pain of this wound were not so rawand hope for the daywhen i will allow youto kiss the scars and my salty tears away again~ © 2010 Salacious Musings ~ -- source link