|
By B.K. Date: 2002 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.05.19.02.22306]] |
|
You kissed my hand Then turned it over Slowly Planting moist kisses From inside my palm Up my wrist On past my elbow crease With your head Ever so slightly Brushing my breast I got weak in the knees And almost started begging More, may I have more But then realized Dickens Had already done that scene So I merely said There are two of them Could you do that once more, please ©bk2002 |