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...TOUCHED...
...Touched...
Slightly tickled and barely brushed
But...
I FEEL IT!
I thought, I killed it...Inadvertently
When I've felt lonely
But it's...ALL...over me
...A tingling...
Mingling with my body
Caressing me oddly...Against the grain
Got nerve endings responding
*Like this FIYAH*
Set them ablaze!
Grazing my face
...Crawling...
Creeping at no particular pace
In no hurry...With no haste
...Evolving...
Developing different ways
To manipulate
And
Fondle
I don't try to escape...
Or, get away...Because I'm honored
To be molested & cuddled
Chosen by this embrace
That I don't feel is rape...No, not hardly
When I'm stroked 'til release
Causing, my knees, to begin getting weak
And I tremble...
While part of me continues...
...To be HARD
&
Throbbing...
When my heart beats increase, until my breaths become shallow
Then my climax follows...And I find my Peace
Sacred...And Hallowed Be
The benevolent grope
I receive
Being...
...Touched...
Squeezed...Intimately teased
As such, and tenderly kissed
By calm & gentle, ethereal winds
Blowing soft, yet relentless, against my skin
Ooh...Again, I just felt it right then
Unfortunately...
That's not where it ends!
The Cool...Breeze rescinds
When push comes to shove
And I'm forced to submit
When touch...turns to grip
When tongues that use to lick
Become ones used
To whip!
Grab...Hold...& Kick!
This unseen shit, just switched!
Poked...Pawed...& Pressed!
Caving in my chest
Intent, on crushing my heart
...But I guess...
I'd rather feel that...The Good & the Bad
Than nothing at all...
So I grasp, nudge, and maul
'Til I tap one of y'all...
To just let you know
That you too
Can be...
...Touched...
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Slightly tickled and barely brushed
But...
I FEEL IT!
I thought, I killed it...Inadvertently
When I've felt lonely
But it's...ALL...over me
...A tingling...
Mingling with my body
Caressing me oddly...Against the grain
Got nerve endings responding
*Like this FIYAH*
Set them ablaze!
Grazing my face
...Crawling...
Creeping at no particular pace
In no hurry...With no haste
...Evolving...
Developing different ways
To manipulate
And
Fondle
I don't try to escape...
Or, get away...Because I'm honored
To be molested & cuddled
Chosen by this embrace
That I don't feel is rape...No, not hardly
When I'm stroked 'til release
Causing, my knees, to begin getting weak
And I tremble...
While part of me continues...
...To be HARD
&
Throbbing...
When my heart beats increase, until my breaths become shallow
Then my climax follows...And I find my Peace
Sacred...And Hallowed Be
The benevolent grope
I receive
Being...
...Touched...
Squeezed...Intimately teased
As such, and tenderly kissed
By calm & gentle, ethereal winds
Blowing soft, yet relentless, against my skin
Ooh...Again, I just felt it right then
Unfortunately...
That's not where it ends!
The Cool...Breeze rescinds
When push comes to shove
And I'm forced to submit
When touch...turns to grip
When tongues that use to lick
Become ones used
To whip!
Grab...Hold...& Kick!
This unseen shit, just switched!
Poked...Pawed...& Pressed!
Caving in my chest
Intent, on crushing my heart
...But I guess...
I'd rather feel that...The Good & the Bad
Than nothing at all...
So I grasp, nudge, and maul
'Til I tap one of y'all...
To just let you know
That you too
Can be...
...Touched...
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~disDain~[/font]
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