Her fragrance lingers like her memory
Her taste dancing on my tongue
Her touch etched in my skin
Her voice singing sweet sounds to my ear
She woke my senses and left me spent
Adrift on sensations, lost in recollection
Verbs of pleasure spoken in tones of desire
Floating of waves of carnal passion
Breath rushing past my lips, heart thumping
Life water escaping in burst of ecstasy
She woke my senses and left me spent
Longing, for more, more of her
Fragrance permeating through my pores
Taste rolling slowing down my throat
Touch sending me into a frenzy
Voice seducing me into a pleasurable delirium
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Every weekend over the last few months has been somewhere between good - great; with some "fucking mad" sprinkled here and there. ... -
She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine...
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