B o n d a g e
By EvolovE
:: clasp the addiction smoky filled curves with noize to kill sacrificing your senses of guilt never to know as we exploit the bodies in this dark feeling along moving against two wild scents meet and my hips get felt up by the gripping palms of my own flesh just as your meat presses into the softness of my sweat and we remain lost paralyzed in the moment suffocating by the fragrance of our destroying lust lost in passion no rules no boundaries :: Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 12:35 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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