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Oct 2012
Your naked fragrance darkens over my skin...





Intoxication;
A scent of Autumn-eyes
Spilling colours upon
Willing flesh;
A slave to silken smooth,
He sways...
Dancing beneath jewels of lust,
Softly weeping...




Soft;
The quiver pulse
Tangles tender ache,
His touch'
Skin blushed
Breathless, beneath arrhythmia's void,
Fire-lips,
Tongue bathe the swollen-flower,
Licked wicked...



Slow;
The shades of ever moon
Fill her yearn,
A dark warmth,
Her own heartbeat,
Impatiently submissive
To his fire-tongue velvet;
And throbbing wild
The pulse of passion
D
  R
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       P
           S...

  


Breathless;
His wet of fevered song
Smooth, across satin thighs,
Parting;
Her river's pearled release
Cascading...
Open mouthed
                 He tastes the rippled, hushed
D
   E
      S
          I
             R
                 E
            


  

A blushed-pour down
Rhythm, bucking hard
Against his eager tongue;
The unexpected silk of orchids,
Lip feed
Whispers through her heart skin
And
Surrender,
Quivers,
Warm against his mouth..........
Your essence burns exotically into my soul .......those lips of fire scorch like the melting sun of gold... shape your absent body against mine, touch me as the giving air......J
Janette
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Janette
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