Friday, November 19, 2010
You Only Have To Stop, Bub.
we were making love on the paisley beach with the skies falling haze like a blanket. i could think of a million places to visit, a hundred and one things to eat after sex, and this whole time i had my hands on your breasts, i thought, i stopped, i thought for moving on, this is the price you get. arm in arm, legs crossed, the body leaves the sex, the love is elsewhere. on this same paisley beach, we felt a joy no orgasm could ever achieve. the loving words you spoke, my hand you held and longed to hold. my greatest fear is that you'll never be replaced, when everything reminds me of her, i need you to love me back.
Posted by Team Xialan at 1:58 AM