Tracy's Rhythm
friction....pumping...skin to skin...harder...faster...caught in his rapture..thrashing legs..falling..floating...sighing...breathless..breathless..enveloped in his heat..drowning
in his scent...whipped...beat..i fall to sleep...
Tracy's Rhythm
friction....pumping...skin to skin...harder...faster...caught in his rapture..thrashing legs..falling..floating...sighing...breathless..Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Hearts Desire | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
A Sweet Promise | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
WHEN FLESH IS CALLING | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
Tracy's Rhythm | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
BLACK RAIN | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
Love's Song | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
The Last Night | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
You Lost.... | 0 | 07/01/2009 |
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