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Feb 2015
In the darkest pit of my stomach
There is an insatiable hunger
An unnerving ache to satisfy my need for rapture
A primal and beastly urge
Eager to gently nip at your tender flesh
Unquenchable thirst to drink in your love
My appetite for you grows with each passing second
Anticipation teases my senses
A craving to be ravaged only by you
Completely at your beck and call
A slave to pleasure
Desperate to feel the sweat trickle down your skin and drop onto mine
Desperate to taste the kiss of desire with every pulsing, throbbing vein in my body.
Desperate to loose all connection with this reality and transform into an animal of lust.
I devour every glance, every touch, every caress as if it were thy last
No satisfaction for me
Until our earthly and heavenly bodies are enfolded into one
Unable to see where you have ended and I begun.
Amber Blank
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Amber Blank  42/F
(42/F)   
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     ---, Chuck and Amber Blank
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