Shot through a crystal
the mirrored reflection,
defining between us
a real time connection.
Soft names are used,
soft images lit
by the passion that burns
alway just under it.
You tie my hands
to the top of your bed.
The image is there.
My legs are spread.
Step into my fire.
The next move is hot.
Show me your desire.
Show me what you've got.
I want to disturb you a little bit.
All contents © Copyright 1996-2023. Literotica is a registered trademark.
Desktop versionT.O.S.PrivacyReport a ProblemSupport
Version 1.0.2+795cd7d.adb84bd
We are testing a new version of this page. It was made in 36 milliseconds