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Jun 2012
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She wields waves of want
that paralyze my flight.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't,
wouldn't leave.
The quest for her touch consumes my all.
So I turn inexorably
to meet her once again.
Her hand covers my eyes
the old lovers game,
I feel her rapid breath on my neck
as her lips graze my skin,
teasing
as usual.
Guess who she sighs
as she kisses my ear,
moves to my neck
nibbles oh so gently,
***** oh so lightly.
My love I say
as I crumble with my lust
and we fall
embracing
neither willing to let go
for even a moment.
Fall to the ground hard
hurting my back,
but as she prys open my grimace
with her tongue
the pain disappears.
There is only pleasure when she is near
delicious inviolable  embrace,
the world shifts its axis
as clothes are shredded,
skin reddened
flushed with blood,
anticipation
and rough hands.
Before our tryst is consummated
just as she arrived
she is gone.
I cry out into the darkness
Come back!
Maybe later
comes her throaty response...
If you earn it.
Max Goering June 2012
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   Lauren Rose
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