yep, im torturing myself mentally again..

[boalboex]

I can still taste you,
feel your flesh,
your my high,
my...
little bit of extacy...

but i feel you in my veins..
trying hard to free yourself,
as if trapped..

no words were spoken,
a silent agreement between us two..

but then i ask who..
gave me permission
for my mission...
to please you?.....

was you..
when you..
bit your lip..
when you exhaled..
quivered like a leaf in late fall...

erotica is best when served hot......
hot.....
yes it was...