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 Jun 2016 Eiler
NV
baggage
 Jun 2016 Eiler
NV
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.
Fistfuls of the moon
A winged beast dispirited and weak
I have caught the crying disease
It is the summer of my seed
My time to taste the fire
A nest of kisses, lit by the summer moon
I  lay in the shadows of the  grass
My champagne hair rests into your lap
The river murmurs with peace
Your body like a maze that my fingers graze

You entice me, your desire is not unheard
It is the harbor of me that you will enter
Your hands are rugged, yet your delicate
Shuddering with fear of the unknown
Feeling my pelvis  tighten
You smell  of refined  honey
You induce waves into my spinning mind
Fevered, desirous twists and enrich
Your fingers glide  across my craving *******
My pink buds rise with your kiss
Savoring every profound trail you embark upon
Every layer you discover  intoxicates  me
Aching  with a frenzied hunger
Placing my fingers I fidget and skim the forbidden
I explore your arousal
I follow the curve of your arch with my  ***** lips
I stir  over the head of your manhood
Rotating and circling I feel you widen
Becoming devoted and curious I  increase my speed
I engorge and drink your ecstasy
Trembling as you ******
Aching to infuse me with lovers perfume

You  lay me down ,alluringly you nip at my thighs
As I covet for your  introduction feeling hypnotized
My flesh awakens, as my petal grows
Your tongue flutters across my silky spot
I'm  breathless and anchored
Euphoric gratification embraces my body

You  ease filling the inside of me
We blend together
Your manhood encounters my blossom
I inhale as feverish luster takes over
You caress the curves of my back
I moan with pleasure
As we discover one another ,we are the echo of our youth
A swollen tongue can't speak
A black eye can't see
A split lip can't eat
A dead man can't beat
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