Unexpected You came in swiftly But causing panic in those that understood Despite what we tried We were no match for you And with final death cries Of clearly agony You took him Leaving us with a body Dry of any soul
Why death? Why did you have to take him in my hands? Why must I bear this weight now?
Tripping from normal. Forgotten promises To be recalled at later date. Release from normal anxiety. Time away. With wondering thoughts. Reckless nothing. Freed from dysfunction. Burnt ashes of lost thoughts. Magnesium for the soul. Balancing life with gentle ease.
Wrapped in a small package; Sitting on the table. The light streaming from the huge window Above the door landing on the table Where the package sat. Dust dancing about the golden rays Reaching the tiny package. Inside the secret held. Awaiting the chance to be known. Should it be seized before shared? Or opened for all to see? She ran her fingers along the edge of the table. Bit her lip and raised the package. Folded so carefully. So plainly in brown paper. No bow, no card. She placed it back. Grabbed her coat. Glanced once more about the hall. Pushed the door and called her fate. The brown package was past.
Lingering summer. Moon resting on the trees Big, round, orange. Summer's burn on my cheeks. Laying on the brown Woolen Army blanket Prickly to my bare shoulders. My suit still wet from the swim. Coolness chilling the summer night. Contemplating things to come. Stroking aimlessly the moist Green grass beside the blanket. Moaning music drifting from the house On the hill above. Lazy summer coming to end. Smokey fall and sad goodbyes- Omens yet to come.
If only I knew, What to stew. I'd fill my *** With a lot. And let you sip Until you slip And let me be Your only she. I am no such witch, I am just a itch. A chore, Never one to adore. No such brew, Nothing new. Just me. Never we.
caress and kiss me; my thrusting knight joined together as one in pure ecstasy our expressed desire just feels so right moans of more; be-cuming a part of me pull me close; holding me so very tight exploding our passion through the night
knightly serpent do strike *** in with your steed-rod deeply dry and very thirsty I’m your only maiden’s bush oh how my inside quenches that sweet and salty taste your royal lance drenches
moaning for it to ***; slow deep and in; thrusting your tongue; softly against my ****; faster and faster; your maiden wants it hard and yet so kind body on body desire yours and mine in a frenzied torrent slam me from behind with lust and passion
I want you to wet my lips tantalizing my tongue elevate my heart rate and make my vines hum burn like fire inside me as I swallow you down I will drink you so deeply; intoxicating myself with your presence imbibing my essence make me dizzy punch-drunk on your passion
glistening bodies; exquisite torture; indulged in a passionate war; two hearts enslaved with desire; our emotions they being to soar striking each others heated fire my heart pounds as you part my thighs; then I feel your moistened tongue inside awaiting to enter my valley’s wetness your royal manhood it begins to rise my legs open wide to straddle my knight easing your hard lance into my glory hole your maiden rides your steed with delight
with your royal fingers write your poem inside me; use your lancing words to touch every inch of my soul; lick your lusting tongue of thoughts; across my bare body trembling with desire; gallop your royal steed; caressing every arched curve of my ******; press your moist lips against mine; strike those hard passionate worded shivers down your maiden’s spine; ****** your written desires deeply penetrating my core; as I yearn for more; stroll down the chambers of the empty well between my thighs and release your knighting ink; INK me !!!
flowing with sweet whispered melodies in my ears were his words holding me tight as if I was in his arms listening to his heartbeat touching me with such passion as if he was using his hands searching for just the right place to control; arousing my valley’s bloom; burning with his desire arching my spine feeling his passionate fire; caressing me as I feel his galloping warmth across my skin; longing for his trotting steed riding and charging his oh-mighty lance; combined with lust building up that tumultuous special moment; pleasing me as I return to him the pleasure moaning his knightly name; only his written words can whisper so sweetly to his devoted maiden
his pen takes the wild side giving me the butterflies seducing me with every word I smile feeling so complete when my heart skips a beat we’re making love on paper each and every time we write spilling our ink like passion across the hot moisten sheets thoughts seeping through the secret places of my body from the invisible ink of his tongue strolling caressing up and down exploring lines between my thighs strong and powerful yet gentle words lancing pages galloping ******* peak spacing legs wide for his touch to seek every word sailing veins feeding my mind guiding my senses with such a soft touch his lance pen of ink slides coursing my body excelling deep down my chambers of pleasure fueling an ending stream of our burning desires savoring the unbridled passion melting us as one