Whisper & SlurA Poem by hanselwheresgretel?Love is softly spoken, playful rhymes.
I'm gonna lie down
and dream of your lips.
Of my hands. Found on your hips. Trace of my tongue. Taking sips. Your body move to my fingertips. Then, legs apart, my hand rips. On my back your hand grips. Your body arches, my body dips. Our bodies crashes, our first eclipse. © 2015 hanselwheresgretel?Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 10, 2015 Last Updated on July 11, 2015 Tags: love, sex, body parts, whisper, slur, hanselwheresgretel? Authorhanselwheresgretel?Petaling Jaya, MalaysiaAboutMalaysian Chinese 1990 5'11" guy who secretly writes too much. Needs a place to dump all the scribbles, so here i am. Working in Human Resources, studying for my masters in counseling psychology. .. more..Writing
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