Open Poetry #48 |
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reservations from within |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She wore a contour, white dress the one he used to watch her undress in when winter said its reservations were rather conceded to the cobblestone tiles than the warm hardwood floors of her brownstone home. Her neck was slight, catching the reflection of his stare small easy to take each lip creek up towards her mouth It was hard for him to see a woman lose a small part of her smile as the the small of her neck sat against the silent roads echo She wore vanilla, toned stockings up through her sensual legs until they began to lose their shade and she became a bit more worn Its easy for the skin to forget who you are but it is the heart that leads to the shades of a dress's cut as her wrist let another gentle hand finally reach for her own. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Happy you enjoyed, my friend. Take care. Cheers Tomer |
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