• mwc2019 9w

    Cloudy

    The smoke is cloudy
    As my mind races
    See you sitting there
    And my thoughts impure
    My body is shaking
    With pure ecstasy
    As I dream of your touch
    How would it feel
    To have you so close to me
    Would it be fast or slow
    These thoughts are clouding me
    My mind racing with pure adultery
    ©mwc2019