5.08.2013

hold me on u

Bite my mouth.
Lick my neek.
Left me wishing,
oh, such a lack.

Hold my tongue
so I'll shut up.
And then you'll do
on me your stuff.

My silence will break
at each moan.
In the deep of
my throat I'll find some.



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