[ .at.night,the.secret,lovers. ]
undercover, where lovers lay, on sides still working, in the low-low candle light, the clandestine operations, of mouth on nape, nuzzling the lines that run the length of torso to hip, each gasping maw, hungry and filling up, with the pulse of heat, palms playing out, vicious and inviting, as all eyes are glowing, in the deep gloom.
© Bryan McLean July 1, 2010
098/100:2
undercover, where lovers lay, on sides still working, in the low-low candle light, the clandestine operations, of mouth on nape, nuzzling the lines that run the length of torso to hip, each gasping maw, hungry and filling up, with the pulse of heat, palms playing out, vicious and inviting, as all eyes are glowing, in the deep gloom.
© Bryan McLean July 1, 2010
098/100:2
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