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Jan 2010
Intense building pleasure, this torture could go on forever
The pure desire to see you feed this fire
The prayer I whisper, one simple word
A chant, a mantra, a word of incredible power
Your name the only word to pass my lips
Arching up into your caress
A plea for the touches you give unto me
Craving your hands to run along my skin
Temptation giving way to pure sin
Feeling your mouth upon my breast
Your breath warm, soft, and moist
Feel you leave them traveling down to my core
Whimpering for mercy, begging for more
Hands diving into your hair, clutching with little sanity
Your mouth kissing me there
Tongue sliding in and out
Licking, suckling, driving me mad
Try to pull you back,
The urgent desire, this craving need
To feel you impale yourself inside of me
To feel the gentle, steady strokes
To have you sliding inside of me where I am so tight
Wound up, a spring ready to fly
Coiled so tightly, only your touch can unwind me
To feel the sensation of being free
To feel your love surround, encircle, protect me.
Written by
L M Wulf
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