Temptation overload
My breath comes quickly
Panting in time to the thoughts erupting in my corrupted mind
Not a single touch of a hand
Not a single whisper uttered but the breath in my chest catches, stutters
Oh to reach out
To feel the slick maddening pace,or reach out with a tongue, taste...
But the miles separate
So our minds combine to create a sinful place to release and satiate
Written By Christina Bradshaw
Poted on 6/24/12
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