Ravishing
By redmoon
Leather straps hold me back in a parade, a nusense of an undertaker. Amazing weather, free falling skies... sex funky with an array of colors floating behind us in the trees of our mystical love. We are one, streaking the day sky with coral light, sherbet rays hanging onto the battle field. The sun's setting: a graceful feast for the silver moon. However dim, it proves majestic. Hot and sweaty turns into shivers as we bless eachother with kisses and cuddles and cold sex. Ravishing. Ravishing. Uplifting. Offspring not in question, for no womb is present. Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 01:51 AM PST 0 • 16
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