Tuesday, 7 May 2013


Sugary sweetness melting,
Your lips to mine,
Tell me now,
Do you feel a thing?
When we're pressed together,
Every little bit,
That passes by is heaven,
Better than ambrosia,
You whisper as I nip at your skin,
I can tell how you feel,
By the way your hands are roving.

~Rei Shiori

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