Out of Time

From TB'S Poetry Book "Disturbances"

T.B. Taylor

The heat of your passion

I see in your eyes

The height of you desire

Between my thighs.

Your flesh, hard under my touch,

Your lips, soft on mine,

I can never have too much

But always run out of time.

Published by T.B. Taylor

Born Venus Marie Eddy into the common circumstances of parents too young to parent alone, she was presented with great love to the the North Pole, where she was kept from most of the natural experiences of H...  View profile

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