angel lockheart - ? & Answer

Sitting on your lap,
Wearing some old blue jeans,
Under an enchanted oak,
When the sky starts to shadow,
And rain starts to sprinkle,
Dressed in a faded shirt,
That slips up exposing a little skin,
You play with my hair,
Stroking and tangling in it
And run a finger over my exposed flesh,
Nuzzling my neck,
Then skimming your lips,
Where my neck meets my shoulder,
So light it’s like a butterfly’s kiss,
And they start traveling upward,
Your teeth nipping my ear,
Gliding to my cheek,
And landing softly at the corner of my lips,
Pausing there,
Then tracing the pale red
Starting at the bottom,
Then smoothing to the top,
Ending your journey in the middle,
Asking a silent question,
And looking into your intense dark eyes,
I answer.

angel lockheart

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