Impressions of His Mind

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Impressions of His Mind

The moist heat of His voice vibrated against my ear
Sending uncontrollable spasms coursing through my body
Settling into the deepest recesses of my being
Branding an indelible imprint onto the canvass of my mind…

His words reverberated in my soul with a rhythm akin to magic
Inciting action and reactions that were foreign and indescribable
Enticing me to explore previously unchartered waters
With a passion that rivaled only the intensity of my response…

The iron grasp of His will shrouded in delicate gossamer veils
Directed the ebb and flow of my arousal like a Maestro
Brandishing the silken strains of His commands like a cold steel sword
That prodded the spasms of my body toward a frenzied crescendo…

His eyes mesmerized my mind, riveting my attention like a cobra’s hypnotic stare
The intensity of His gaze wielding the power of a hundred ordinary men
Focusing the object of His efforts on the grinding cadence of my hips
Watching hungrily as my eyes began to glaze from the impact of a building spasm…

The force of His rhythm intensified, urging the arch in my back ever higher
Sending shards of electric passion speeding through my veins
His fingers drove unrelentingly into the soft, viscous warmth of my flesh
Uncompromising in their pursuit of the ultimate conclusion to His private design…

My mind was delirious with the drug of His scent…the skillful reign of His mind…
His knowing smile belied an acute awareness of the power of His naked touch
The final manipulations of His masterful hands propelled me over the brink of sanity
Sending my body convulsing into a thousand tiny filaments of exquisite pleasure.

petiteredhead, le 13 mai 2007

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