The Touch Of Your Rising Sunsetx3
The Way He Rocks the Hips
Of the moving wave
Waiting for him to touch my wet sand
wanting his sea shell in me
to create a baby crab
slowly he go's biting the neck of mine
feeling the pressure but pleasure of his hips
loviing the way he just turns my rising sunset into
the big sky where the moon shines bright until it hits 6.am.
were would you be..??
cheating on me
or rocking your hips on somebody else?
I've Never really understoof the Rising of his sunset
Until he became wack.
Of the moving wave
Waiting for him to touch my wet sand
wanting his sea shell in me
to create a baby crab
slowly he go's biting the neck of mine
feeling the pressure but pleasure of his hips
loviing the way he just turns my rising sunset into
the big sky where the moon shines bright until it hits 6.am.
were would you be..??
cheating on me
or rocking your hips on somebody else?
I've Never really understoof the Rising of his sunset
Until he became wack.
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