glossmylips

15 Apr 2012

Tongue stud

A poem about my wonderful tongue piercing

You lay down on the bed, happy, content. I sigh and smile, run my hand up your leg.Your body radiates a natural drug,Don't let me stop, I want you to beg*Clothes messed up, crumpled, torn.My innocent smile, replaced by a frown.Feeling your eyes wide all o...

glossmylips

15 Apr 2012

The other side of him

A fantasy piece about a surprise golden shower

It was just another day, I walked through the door soaking wet from yet another beautiful British April shower in a bad mood from a terrible day at work. I took my clothes off as soon as I walked through the door, as to not tread water all through the hou...