On The VergeA Poem by Cobblestone TravelerThe hand is on the lever.Lost in the galaxies glittering Speckled within your icy blue eyes Wrestling with the white-hot urges To claim your beckoning neck You intoxicate, piercing the pores Leaving the senses drunk and alive Arousing aroma fills the system Flirting with operational override My lips would be most welcome As we are seasoned playmates It's more so at this point, however A curious game of self-control © 2017 Cobblestone TravelerAuthor's Note
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Added on March 27, 2017 Last Updated on March 27, 2017 Author
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