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Let’s paint a vivid picture, Up under the movie screen, Making a love scene, That’s my favorite part. Let’s get connected, and Smoke each other HEART, Cause I love this part. Let’s kiss and touch, If I asked to cuddle would that be too much? Not too hard, Or too rough, I don’t really need LOVE, I just want LUST, You ask why? Because I threw away the key So it’s hard to TRUST. Keep going, I haven’t had enough, This my favorite part. Don’t stop. Let’s trace over our beautiful art, Gleaming in the NIGHT FEENIN’ for your light MOANIN’ cause it feels just right Smiling cause it’s just nice, This my favorite part. ****** still high, My FUSTRATION is leaving I’m MEDITATING, while the air still STEAMIN’ I’m feeling the inflammation of our FIRE. I can’t help what my ****** frustrations DESIRE Your **** body I admire, Bring your “A” game, and your TONGUE, yes, it’s REQUIRED I been tensed up for a min, I put the kitty on pause, so yes It’s RETIRED, Love higher than a TOWER, Climb up then fall down into A bed of FLOWERS. I’m digging you, And you digging me, We’re both BLIND to what the Naked eye cannot SEE, And that’s love, We’ve been HYPOTIZED By laughs and hugs. ****** appeals, Your time, yes, I STEAL, Remember we made a DEAL, But do we have to stick to this Deal? Do it have to be a MUST? Am I under DISGUSIE To a beautiful heat that LIES? A tongue SILENCING my cries, Speechless cause I’m so surprised, You did all your speaking, So now it’s time to WINE and DINE. Can we CHANGE or minds? Is it a CRIME, Can we RECITE this just one more Time? It may be too late, To change back our words, No longer you HEAR me, No longer you HEARD. Your plate has been FINISHED Your mouth is no longer FULL, Your plate is CLEAN, Now my hands is on PULL, Hanging to your shirt, Where I can no longer feel like DIRT, Here come back, You can have my SKIRT, Don’t go you haven’t finished Have you seen the eye that was WINNING? The smile that was GRINNING? The time that I was STEALING? The flower that was laid out on the bottom of the tank? I should be your commander solider, I should be TOP RANK! So STOP! Don’t leave, I ******* hate doing this, I hate the GREED, The FEEN, It’s KILLING me So PLEASE, Let’s talk again, About the LOVE and LUST I know this is your favorite part, But just HUSH Listen. I don’t want to RUSH. I just want to cuddle, Am I ASKING for too much? My famous WORDS, and special TOUCH. If you THINK about it, This could be our favorite part too. Marci H.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
Favorite Part
Let’s paint a vivid picture, Up under the movie screen, Making a love scene, That’s my favorite part. Let’s get connected, and Smoke each other HEART, Cause I love this part. Let’s kiss and touch, If I asked to cuddle would that be too much? Not too hard, Or too rough, I don’t really need LOVE, I just want LUST, You ask why? Because I threw away the key So it’s hard to TRUST. Keep going, I haven’t had enough, This my favorite part. Don’t stop. Let’s trace over our beautiful art, Gleaming in the NIGHT FEENIN’ for your light MOANIN’ cause it feels just right Smiling cause it’s just nice, This my favorite part. ****** still high, My FUSTRATION is leaving I’m MEDITATING, while the air still STEAMIN’ I’m feeling the inflammation of our FIRE. I can’t help what my ****** frustrations DESIRE Your **** body I admire, Bring your “A” game, and your TONGUE, yes, it’s REQUIRED I been tensed up for a min, I put the kitty on pause, so yes It’s RETIRED, Love higher than a TOWER, Climb up then fall down into A bed of FLOWERS. I’m digging you, And you digging me, We’re both BLIND to what the Naked eye cannot SEE, And that’s love, We’ve been HYPOTIZED By laughs and hugs. ****** appeals, Your time, yes, I STEAL, Remember we made a DEAL, But do we have to stick to this Deal? Do it have to be a MUST? Am I under DISGUSIE To a beautiful heat that LIES? A tongue SILENCING my cries, Speechless cause I’m so surprised, You did all your speaking, So now it’s time to WINE and DINE. Can we CHANGE or minds? Is it a CRIME, Can we RECITE this just one more Time? It may be too late, To change back our words, No longer you HEAR me, No longer you HEARD. Your plate has been FINISHED Your mouth is no longer FULL, Your plate is CLEAN, Now my hands is on PULL, Hanging to your shirt, Where I can no longer feel like DIRT, Here come back, You can have my SKIRT, Don’t go you haven’t finished Have you seen the eye that was WINNING? The smile that was GRINNING? The time that I was STEALING? The flower that was laid out on the bottom of the tank? I should be your commander solider, I should be TOP RANK! So STOP! Don’t leave, I ******* hate doing this, I hate the GREED, The FEEN, It’s KILLING me So PLEASE, Let’s talk again, About the LOVE and LUST I know this is your favorite part, But just HUSH Listen. I don’t want to RUSH. I just want to cuddle, Am I ASKING for too much? My famous WORDS, and special TOUCH. If you THINK about it, This could be our favorite part too. Marci H.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
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