His Hands On My Waist, by Auden Subscribe to rss feed for Auden
Posted: 2013-05-12 19:47:12 UTC
He kisses my forehead in the rain,
He kisses my and works his way down
To my lips, the music from his truck
moving us quicker, moving to my neck,
then he goes lower to my breasts and
I want nothing more than to make love
to him and be with him as long as
it is forever going to be possible.

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