Amnesia620

Upon my lips you lay your kiss,
but a kiss such as this,
is not upon the lips above,
but upon the lips below,
you know,
what kind of kiss,
is this,
such bliss,
I feel,
as I squeal,
with you laying between my knees,
as two young lovers,
explore a piece of humanity,
what makes us free,
is our want and our need,
our internal greed,
that which heals us also makes us bleed...

I giggle and wiggle,
as your tongue moves about,
no doubt,
our desire is strong,
in our song,
they way our bodies move,
as your hardness finds my groove,
parting ways,
my body obeys,
then it tightly clenches,
wrenches,
in waves I cannot say were less than ecstacy,
I expect to be,
you and me this way,
to stay,
ok, well rather, maybe I pray...

I've given you something now exchanging turns,
my hearts afire as it passionately burns,
out of me you slip, spent,
juices lent,
with dread my stomach churns.

But with sudden surprise,
you take me as your prize, your gift,
this, my spirits, does lift,
no drift, not miffed,
I connect with you like none,
a beautiful story has begun...

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620