TiltA Poem by Rossenpart of the late night poetry with Rossen collectionnuzzling now, my nose down your side roaming your soft rolling hills heat of my touch to be realized tiny kisses dot your hip your to thighs pleasures to treasure await moaning cries tilting your head softly closing your eyes the music begins when I twirl inside sweet poetry of passion pacing the tide © 2017 RossenAuthor's Note
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