• ashu8800 10w

    They touch, she feels the rush, lips sealed hush
    Biting the fingers the lounging lust
    Churning the pounding , riveting it's thrust
    The cold pale soothing hands brimming heat and sweat
    Each mourns her desires spattered in wet
    Ending their session he flickered upon her hair bold yet mesh
    The ties they knitted upon their bodies and flesh
    Those hands laid upon her ,tickled her waist
    The lust spilled over the bond , craving it's taste
    Eyes gauging upon each other their desires braiced.

    ©ashu8800