| Poetry: Lust: Softly, Softly... (1/1) |
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A touch so soft like feathers on my skin I shiver and watch as my skin moves... of its own accord Your fingers tracing paths of temptation over my reclining body igniting my desire... my wish to surrender Your lips follow leaving me breathless as every inch of me is consumed by you... I am devoured by need Fingers and lips teasing me intimately A touch, a caress a sigh, a moan... I want you so much My pleasure explodes lightning flashes cannons roar I shake and shudder... no more, no more Panting and gasping I recline and relax you have teased me and pleased me... It's my turn now... :) |
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