Your SkinA Poem by IndaYour Skin
Your skin Against mine, The room heats Up like a coal mine. My hands are shaking, Your lips, they quiver. The sweat drips And I’m holding onto your hips. © 2012 Inda
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1 Review Added on December 20, 2012 Last Updated on December 20, 2012 AuthorIndamiami, FLAboutI love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..Writing
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