pretty words from pretty lips
falling fast like rain
fingertips on eager hips
I’ll make you wait again
you won’t know when it’s coming but
you’ll know when it arrives
the squeal of steel, the rush of blood
careening down your thighs
the red runs rich in rivulets
the edge is what we ride
sin is what this lust begets
with shadows in our eyes
Your silver tongue the damage done
there’s nothing left to say
it sits like lead inside your head
don’t wish this fear away
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Unnfff that picture
molly
Thank you!
Fuuuuuuuuck! That image is insanely hot!
Thank you! It took so many attempts to get it right!