Yes, to find the boy in me still alive, curious about the girl of you underneath those clothes. The strange love of the stranger's sex. Waiting at the entrance of the wonderland. And sliding in, deep, and wandering. The roller coasting curve of your contour, and the arches you make. And the muffled screams you make, on the roller coasting fuck of the night. Wonder. Land.
Yes, to find the boy in me still alive, curious about the girl of you underneath those clothes.
ReplyDeleteThe strange love of the stranger's sex. Waiting at the entrance of the wonderland. And sliding in, deep, and wandering. The roller coasting curve of your contour, and the arches you make. And the muffled screams you make, on the roller coasting fuck of the night.
Wonder. Land.