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The Enticement of your Words
I find myself wiping away drool,
Letting your words dance seductively
Against my sterling blues,
Daydreams of passionately pressing into you,
Spilling like electric,
Synaptic,
Lightning
Storms...
Filling my mind with distraction;
I crave to feel the weight
Of your attraction
Crushing my beard;
Pinned against my face
I want to taste you
And smell you,
Inhale you,
Breathe you deeply in,
Holding you tight
Like the sweetest strain
Of fevered night haze
Burning with desire in my lungs,
Melting behind the fire of an urgent tongue
Feeling you fill me full
From the bottom of my soul
To the top of the tip
As you intoxicate me
With your lips,
Indoctrinate me,
Inspiring swelling
As you fuel the longing in my loins,
Encouraging me to rise to the need
While your thighs press tightly against my cheeks
And you lean back and slowly reach
With ravenous lessons to teach;
The proper way to touch me
With just the right kind of roughly
I need your skin against me
As beads of sweat form
Sensually,
Curl into drops,
Slowly rolling
Along your curves
Before dripping into
The spaces between.
Letting your words dance seductively
Against my sterling blues,
Daydreams of passionately pressing into you,
Spilling like electric,
Synaptic,
Lightning
Storms...
Filling my mind with distraction;
I crave to feel the weight
Of your attraction
Crushing my beard;
Pinned against my face
I want to taste you
And smell you,
Inhale you,
Breathe you deeply in,
Holding you tight
Like the sweetest strain
Of fevered night haze
Burning with desire in my lungs,
Melting behind the fire of an urgent tongue
Feeling you fill me full
From the bottom of my soul
To the top of the tip
As you intoxicate me
With your lips,
Indoctrinate me,
Inspiring swelling
As you fuel the longing in my loins,
Encouraging me to rise to the need
While your thighs press tightly against my cheeks
And you lean back and slowly reach
With ravenous lessons to teach;
The proper way to touch me
With just the right kind of roughly
I need your skin against me
As beads of sweat form
Sensually,
Curl into drops,
Slowly rolling
Along your curves
Before dripping into
The spaces between.
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