#3
It was not clear,
The intent you agreed with.
I was not tired, nor was I brave,
As the armies of my fingertips made quick flight
To the smooth terrain of your shoulder.
In my dreams, I was wishing this night would end,
With these tired touches resting smoothly
In the valleys of your suprasternal notch
While your band of forces held fast to flank
My bare shoulder blades.
And in this conflict of well guided passion,
Your breeze of breath could warm the governance of my heart,
As this battle field lay soft and slow
In a median of love.
It was not clear,
The intent you agreed with.
I was not tired, nor was I brave,
As the armies of my fingertips made quick flight
To the smooth terrain of your shoulder.
In my dreams, I was wishing this night would end,
With these tired touches resting smoothly
In the valleys of your suprasternal notch
While your band of forces held fast to flank
My bare shoulder blades.
And in this conflict of well guided passion,
Your breeze of breath could warm the governance of my heart,
As this battle field lay soft and slow
In a median of love.
leiru13:
you don't know about my recent conversations with Jeff...
beckadarling:
southern sorostitutes, eh? im not sure thats a real word, but i get you... you must fucking love it here!! yay for school starting!