A place for prayer.
A Poem
Published on August 3, 2007 By Hazel Target In Sex & Romance
damp hair, shower soaked
blonde roots barely showing
the smell driving me wild

your precious satin lips
like virgin veins of gold
desire holding me still

I still imagine, sometimes
when love disturbs my peace
that you still belong to me

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