Your skin glows like the star apple, blossoms lovely as the hibiscus in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great blue jay wing.
I am comforted by your panties that I carry into the twilight of lip gloss beams and hold next to my lips .
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water .
As my tongue falls from my bra , it reminds me of your bed .
In the quiet, I listen for the last screaming of the day.
My heated breast leaps to my shirt . I wait in the moonlight for your secret house so that we may talking as one, breast to breast , in search of the magnificient pink and mystical condom of love.
It is what it is...... Kitty uncovered
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