4/04/2011

Aaron O’Connell | ph: Mariano Vivanco

I want you
arched, aching
surrendering to my vision
With whispered promises
I take liberties
The tip of my tongue
dancing circles of scorching fire
The taste of you filling my mouth.
I want you to tremble,
Lost to me.

1 comment:

becca said...

with words like that you could make any man melt for you Nick. well done