He whispers heat and
delicious sin. Suggests
transgressions through
the night as our bodies
meet halfway to heaven.
He kisses my smile
still questioning his
intentions, his fingers
follow tender trails
that find me fighting
for a my breath.
We murmur
of fine wines,
lush sweetness
and velvet ropes.
He whets my weaknesses,
feeds my greed
until I yearn
to own his reality.
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The Root of all Sexuality and Performance, TK U MLJ LV NV
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Love the last stanza, you naughty girl!
Another lovely one
Do they go together, this and Ten twenty? They could, couldn't they?
This one also says much with few words. One extra, however, in the last line of the second stanza (how I hate when that happens) - but which is it, a or my?
Lovely!more...
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