Innocence

August 15, 2011
By Anonymous

I love the way you start from the top of my head
And work your way down like you are following steps
Step one, step two, step three, step four
Your lips touch mine, and I'm begging for more
I feel your breath brush across my neck
I can sense the room fade into a deep, dark red
The heat quickly submerges us both
The passion and love collide at most
The swaying motion of our hips in unison
But it doesn't mean a thing, it's just pure innocence


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