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Ander Stone
Poems
Jul 3
Her eyes of storm skies
Scorching,
her lingering gaze.
If only I could bathe
in her greying clouds,
in that black vortex
hidden in the storm
of her restless soul.
Torrid,
her warm embrace.
If only I could swim
in her pale downpour,
in that chilling curtain
hiding the world
in her summer storm.
Sweltering,
her mouth caressing.
If only I could drown
in her torrential descent,
in that ephemeral beauty
hiding nothing
of her thunderous lust.
Parching,
her heaving breathing.
If only I could sink
deeper into her,
into that fathom
hiding so much
of her carnal delights.
Searing,
her thrumming hips.
If only I could float
atop her wanton storm,
into the crackling light
revealing the droplets
on her undaunted curves.
Hot,
her body on mine.
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Written by
Ander Stone
31/M/Romania
(31/M/Romania)
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