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I drink in His midnights Lips parted to taste the rich darkness Washing over my tongue, that begs to caress rapturous shadows Soothing my thirst within the twelfth hour Catching prayers in palms, lapping the secrets that I hunger for in quiet repose I bathe in His moonlight Soft, winds trace my skin where southern breezes bring the crave To hear intimate commands to limbs and heart Adorned only in delicate sighs, Tethered, to the beams of Lunas jealous glow surrendering my desires to nights silken absolution Moaning my truths through silent pleas for nocturnal deliverance I breathe in His twilight Filling my chest with the names of eternal passion Woven through my breath ******* heaving, as I gasp at the stars primal ****** Bringing me to my knees in overwhelming clarity of this nights worship to sky He has become my expression of want Where fingers trace the wet I create every time hands grasp tender my submission My body is given raw, laid for feast and pleasure prepared for the communion of liquid embrace Becoming immortally bound to euphoric whispers dancing forbidden verses over what has become His, alone......
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
Expressions Of Want:
I drink in His midnights Lips parted to taste the rich darkness Washing over my tongue, that begs to caress rapturous shadows Soothing my thirst within the twelfth hour Catching prayers in palms, lapping the secrets that I hunger for in quiet repose I bathe in His moonlight Soft, winds trace my skin where southern breezes bring the crave To hear intimate commands to limbs and heart Adorned only in delicate sighs, Tethered, to the beams of Lunas jealous glow surrendering my desires to nights silken absolution Moaning my truths through silent pleas for nocturnal deliverance I breathe in His twilight Filling my chest with the names of eternal passion Woven through my breath ******* heaving, as I gasp at the stars primal ****** Bringing me to my knees in overwhelming clarity of this nights worship to sky He has become my expression of want Where fingers trace the wet I create every time hands grasp tender my submission My body is given raw, laid for feast and pleasure prepared for the communion of liquid embrace Becoming immortally bound to euphoric whispers dancing forbidden verses over what has become His, alone......
janette
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
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