Witty Wallflower

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Posts tagged mist:

Your rapier grin sinks beneath my skin

and slides into my veins

Passion courses through me

and the darkness closes in

My knees begin to tremble,

my words fade to a sigh

Your very lips upon my neck

make me high


Your hands caress my curves

pull me close, pull me down

into the depths of your

sweet intoxication.