sexta-feira, agosto 05, 2005


In your knee

I leave a kiss
softly
at the top of your knee

I drag your leg
slowly
with a trail of saliva

I dress your body
gently
with the taste of my fingers

The sheets untidly
battle
with the storm of my body

I crawl again to your
knee
to apart your legs

I let my mouth
starving
follow their desire.




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