Tea Cup

Like boiled black tea intense with too much milk and sugar
My love in a tea cup.
Delicate and sweet.
Wafting light aromas that skim the edges of my nose
teasingly fleeting, leaving only a wisping memory of what it is to breathe you in.
Hot against my pouting lip, smooth fragility, dangerously inviting, burning me with a lasting sting, teeth to tongue and i feel nothing but the ever present burning blistering want of you.

Tea Cup

thescarlettpimp

Joined November 2009

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