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In each shallow breath on my neck as you lie with me, In each ***** gust is a fragment of my completion. In each gently murmured whisper fed to my ear, There is a song of unity, regrowth and affection. The lightly moistened imprints of your lips Draw forth sighs, that I share with no one else. Tucked away and safely kept, in a vault fashioned by your kisses. Your delicate, yet firm and earnest hand on the nape of my neck, The other rubbing across the contours of my torso, Gently grazing nails, leave barely visible red trails That mark the path of your caresses. You leave your impressions on my eager skin, Every minute separation leaves it longing for your touch. You soften my hard exterior, and stoke my passions, Harden my steel in the furnace of desire. My hands work with serpent fluidity Until moistened, blood flushed, I enter inside you. Then it is my breath on your neck, My hands on your soft body, My lips on your throat, chin, mouth and each breast. Only in pleasing you, do I finally find completion.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 6:43 AM UTC
Completion
In each shallow breath on my neck as you lie with me, In each ***** gust is a fragment of my completion. In each gently murmured whisper fed to my ear, There is a song of unity, regrowth and affection. The lightly moistened imprints of your lips Draw forth sighs, that I share with no one else. Tucked away and safely kept, in a vault fashioned by your kisses. Your delicate, yet firm and earnest hand on the nape of my neck, The other rubbing across the contours of my torso, Gently grazing nails, leave barely visible red trails That mark the path of your caresses. You leave your impressions on my eager skin, Every minute separation leaves it longing for your touch. You soften my hard exterior, and stoke my passions, Harden my steel in the furnace of desire. My hands work with serpent fluidity Until moistened, blood flushed, I enter inside you. Then it is my breath on your neck, My hands on your soft body, My lips on your throat, chin, mouth and each breast. Only in pleasing you, do I finally find completion.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 6:43 AM UTC
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