To hear the sound of my hand across your bare flesh
the sharp report of leather
To rake my nails across your pale skin
the caressing kiss of a feather
To watch as the tears run silent down your Precious cheeks
the ring of bruises colour your spine
To kiss your salty lips, taste off your tongue
Whisper you are Mine
the sharp report of leather
To rake my nails across your pale skin
the caressing kiss of a feather
To watch as the tears run silent down your Precious cheeks
the ring of bruises colour your spine
To kiss your salty lips, taste off your tongue
Whisper you are Mine
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And I am left with that; to cradle, to hold, to watch it grow....
You know where I am and where I will be. Tomorrow I shall know everything . Just you and me...
~Love His Angel~
~Bounces Off The Walls~
Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.
I don't understand Spanish but I think I get the gist of what Rodrigo is saying......... The sexually explicit content of your post exceeds that of mine at times! Oh yes! More of it please! xxVickyxx
Alright this is weird, commenting Beloved on your space..Umm whilst sitting in your front room... So little time for blogging and comments...~grins~
~Love His Angel~
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