Submerse
By birksy
Give me your neck, I’ll submerse myself within, the smell of your hair is more than I could scream, but I know I will. Back of my hand, wherever you like it, whisper those words, the ones you didn’t learn at guides. Then hush, keep it secret, watch how intense we’ll both get, muscles start to stretch, breath has never been this good. Whilst we meet, we keep the strongest words hidden, now no need to any more, pour it on, whilst we move it round, I think we might die like this. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 02:34 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 16
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"Give me your neck, I’ll submerse..."