| Poetry: Lust: Virgin Diary (1/1) |
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Virgin Diary I open my book and begin to read…, My body craves touch It knows my touch well, but It craves the touch of another Every choice encounter, a splendid ordeal Full of excitement, passion and curiosity… Each new touch opens up a new door of possibilities Each kiss, awakens a new sense Each lick, gets my body a little wetter Each caress makes my body insane Craving that penetration that everyone else knows so well Awaiting that day… My x-rated dreams haunt my days My imagination in overtime… Playing out fantasies … I flip the page… I awoke to the memories of last night's phone call Replaying the moans in my head Again And again And again… Remembering the naughty things he said… Still feeling my body shake from the naughty things I did… A smile finds my lips as I recall him reaching.. Reaching that final moment, From the sound of my moan… From the fantasies I shared… My body reacted so passionately.. Under his direction… Awaiting my next set of directions… I turned to the next page… And the next… and the next… Each page, a different story… A new experience… Page after page of pleasures learned… Every day I awake with a different sexual appetite Body yearning…. Lips craving… Mouth Watering… Waiting to see who will take the time to read my body like a book… Make it beg for what it deserves.. That ultimate pleasure point… Would you take the time to read me? |
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