….I was wondering can I be his lips; the froth from his tongue is so wet it scintillates like palmers cocoa butter body oil on my burnished color skin
I was wondering can I be his authoritian stance, his masculine backbone, his sinewy munitions called arms, the security he holds in his legs, or the guidance he carries in his stride
I was wondering can I be his childish dimple that makes me mesmerized or the seductive smile that allows me to melt discreetly…
I was wondering can I be his eyes as they gaze at me in disbelief of the woman that I am really am or the thoughts as he gets to know the real me
Uhhhh…mmmm….I need to release I am on the break of overheating
And now I am awake and wonder if he thinks what I think…S. Carter
All responses or questions are welcome...Thanks in advance for your time....
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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