Grant this pleaurable wish
My body longs for this
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I need a release
Grant this pleaurable wish My body longs for this
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I want to drink your pureness until I'm full
And then continue with the consumption of you Lettin your liquid essence pass over my taste buds Leaving them callin for more of you I want to get drunk off of your love Tipsy from your whispers Buzzed from your moans and you callin my name I long to smoke the sweet bud given to me by you Smackin my lips to savor the flavor of your wrappin Gainin a high provided by That in between your thighs I want to hallucinate from your touch Focus on the colors experienced after one drops acid Forget this space & this time Take flight from the feel of your lips Head in the clouds from your kiss As if I were on angel dust I Want To... Black out at the combination of Shoot up with your orgasmic thrusts Let them rush Through my veins As you dig your nails in my back And I relish in the pain Tie off your arm While I get THIS Ready to be put into you Feel my heart pounding Your thoughts racing Our bodies shaking Overdosing On Ecstasy The winds carry my mind to and fro
like fall leaves blow thru the streets on a cool MI day. Overcast is my heart, chilled my emotions But the sun blazes in the pit of my stomach resonating from between my legs waiting for someone to part them like the Red Sea And commit arson on my body, awakening pleasures that brings rains that douse angry flames of my desires The taste of me
Is left on your lips When we kiss ...in your dreams... You wake thinkin of me Skin tingling from my touch Warm from my breath On the nape of your neck ...clit throbbin... The thought of me makes you wet Breathin heavy from the wantin Hot from the needin... Sober reality is fleeting... Close your eyes because your body is pleadin... See me for another sexual fantastical meeting Jewel Giroux:
She glanced her need resounding a desire that spoke volumes with out making a sound her lips part a whimper escapes lips part her essence spills in the palm of my hand and there she lays as a shell of her once needy self nothing left than for me to fill her up again Poet And for her to fill me I must feel she My lips kissing those lips As hips, Spread... Letting me inside Her temple Unleashing her holy waters To quench my thirst A thirst so insatiable Her essence could fill me three days over... And still I crave She feasts I thirst We eat Dining on each other's love Living for one another's lust |
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