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Shadowed moments, A rush of after bubbles Whisper-weep a name Leg wrapped warmth; Tied down in pearls, Burning me in the curl Of satin sheets and tumbled pillows, And I am stripped bare, across the cradle of dreams Captured by pulsating fingertips Fire-staining my thighs... Shimmering diamond cascades of gentle stir Fire-Wrap the mist of soft braille Etching the moan of whispered yearn Touch-tasting my moon kissed nape; And I sway to the music of buffeting winds My hips enticing, enveloping, ensnaring rigid muscle, Lifting the hem For teasing fingertips, searing drenched skin, and Brazen ache meets incessant hunger... Skin ravaged, blood pulsing... His breath a rushing kiss between my legs Piercing my darkness with his heat, And licks, sweet, the tenderness I open; This red haze of dry hours Bathing my skin, Sheathed behind smiles in dark corners of his eyes, Unlaboured lust entwines trembling lips Limbs awakening to thirst for honeyed-sin My sigh drapes the curvature of his milky sway Desire's swallow drowns my satin burn... The immortality of our kiss Etched in the warmth of garnet's gleam Lingering upon the smoothness of softly wet; The fragile lace binds my body, risen from rows of indigo roses, Sequestered, Shuttered, its heat like a leash in his palm, wrapped, Effortlessly; Surrendering to nuance and caress Heartbeats Flailing the drum-skin; His reaching arms hold me down... Heartbeat slowing From the thunder of our storm, Along my body, his braille In gooseflesh fabrics and amber Tambourines of skin seep, Bind me in deepest velvet, resonating bliss... A refuge where I curl in trembled release Buried in purrs Stained in screams; Unforgettable moments Melted in the whimper of love's breath..............
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Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
janette
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Shadowed moments, A rush of after bubbles Whisper-weep a name Leg wrapped warmth; Tied down in pearls, Burning me in the curl Of satin sheets and tumbled pillows, And I am stripped bare, across the cradle of dreams Captured by pulsating fingertips Fire-staining my thighs... Shimmering diamond cascades of gentle stir Fire-Wrap the mist of soft braille Etching the moan of whispered yearn Touch-tasting my moon kissed nape; And I sway to the music of buffeting winds My hips enticing, enveloping, ensnaring rigid muscle, Lifting the hem For teasing fingertips, searing drenched skin, and Brazen ache meets incessant hunger... Skin ravaged, blood pulsing... His breath a rushing kiss between my legs Piercing my darkness with his heat, And licks, sweet, the tenderness I open; This red haze of dry hours Bathing my skin, Sheathed behind smiles in dark corners of his eyes, Unlaboured lust entwines trembling lips Limbs awakening to thirst for honeyed-sin My sigh drapes the curvature of his milky sway Desire's swallow drowns my satin burn... The immortality of our kiss Etched in the warmth of garnet's gleam Lingering upon the smoothness of softly wet; The fragile lace binds my body, risen from rows of indigo roses, Sequestered, Shuttered, its heat like a leash in his palm, wrapped, Effortlessly; Surrendering to nuance and caress Heartbeats Flailing the drum-skin; His reaching arms hold me down... Heartbeat slowing From the thunder of our storm, Along my body, his braille In gooseflesh fabrics and amber Tambourines of skin seep, Bind me in deepest velvet, resonating bliss... A refuge where I curl in trembled release Buried in purrs Stained in screams; Unforgettable moments Melted in the whimper of love's breath..............
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unnicest winter die please cold and let Spring unlaboured unclosed Spring come please, winter dying, that for you coats and hats tightly of bodies worn from the slick ice thinly which veils the limbs of trees, naked, save for thy
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May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
patrick-wakefield-1
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unnicest winter die please cold and let Spring unlaboured unclosed Spring come please, winter dying, that for you coats and hats tightly of bodies worn from the slick ice thinly which veils the limbs of trees, naked, save for thy
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