J

January 1, 2020

10 - 27 -19

Your sculpture of a body over me

The warmth of your breath on my skin

Your rhythm steady and unpredictable

Your touch firm but gent;e

Hands around my neck, so sexy

Pin me down till your finished

Beat me all night till dawn

Punish me Mr. J

I'll be your Harley will you be my J?

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