Midnight Lover.

by Natasha   May 2, 2013


When you finally thirst for a kiss,
cave me to your couch, blindfold me.
Punish me softly, breathe it, and kiss it.
Compassionately holding our voices out.
Energy is vanishing, as person of thirst,
playing tricks to eyes all the time.
You would hear me snapping -
It burned me to the core.

Proudness tonight,
and entirely more tomorrow.

Copyright (C) NAC. Natasha~

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