she’s so timid it’s beautiful seduction forces her to blush in all the right places every time i get a taste unleash – j.a.c.
memories of you linger on to me missing the taste of your lips your warmth calling me back to a place where lovers come home perdure – j.a.c.
two drowning lovers lost at sea my lips adrift from yours her scent reminded me of fresh picked flowers the memory of it still wet upon my lips memorable kiss – j.a.c.
it’s not you i hate i hate myself for believing in you i had every reason not to you wrote poetry on my body with your finger tips but marked another’s hands with ink your words left behind on every curve and so the romance continues i should probably hate you – j.a.c.
open wounds searching for the stitches we call love hurt – j.a.c.
they don’t know she enjoys touching herself under the sheets creamy and tender stretching wide her beautiful imagination closed invitation – j.a.c.
i would love to play with you and teach you the rules i cannot do it with words but i can show you my intentions are bad for all the right reasons – j.a.c.
in the midst of the storm love is made her gentle moans get lost in the tempestuous sounds of the thunder whispering “i love you” over and over again – j.a.c.
she was a young girl full of curiosity we carried conversations in bed her legs always eager to hear what i have to say she always said she was touched in indescribable ways words are so potent making panties wet – j.a.c.