Jordan Burkhart

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  • A Sin

    The cold blow of her should be warm breath grabs me like a man choking at my neck, never the less I want her with no regret.  Could this be the biggest mistake I’ve made yet the smooth silky touch of her skin warms me up from within God lovin this girl would have to be a sin, so I take a deep breath and let it all soak in she’s the one I want and I wont stop until I sin.