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Find Me.............(by Mr_Mahogany_Wood and Idryad Grace)

 
Find me
afloat on the bay of man
craving love beneath the sickle moon
scarlet letters unheeded on plump  breasts
silver rays reflected in staring eyes
    
Find me
entwined in sheets of longing
caressing fading sweetness on satin thighs
flicking away dew from tale that was
opening arms for  scents of new ardor......

Sensing......

….her longing
her wanting him,
breathless heaving
of ample breast
her dark sweetness,
against my lips
the taste of
the purest cacoa,
leaving a melted sheen
a warm creaminess
upon her intimate flesh
I feel her bittersweet longing

Sensing.......

….her overwhelming longing to be touched
fighting the urges, imminent desires
the need of his weight
atop her lithe body.  
The mild touching of my hand
upon her skin sends her shivering,
an awakening
of lust from a blanket of darkness

“....standing on tiptoes
she reads the skies
blue as blue can be
and nods her head
in affinity “

Orgasmos inside a paradise lost.......

as blooms that open to morning dew
my lips they open to hunger anew
the shivers of needs tentative desires
once dead and dry they tremble with hopes

romance dead as olden kings
in the valleys of Camelot
urns of ashes began to arise
reaching for the sun to love again
to feel the sword back to its sheath

".....….Inside her wet splendor
she raises her tent of opulence
and welcomes me, unselfishly
O “Lakshimi”
wrapped inside her legions
of unbridled pleasures,
arousal felt together
as we dance


“...... To love you like the midnight storm!...
To hear the wild beating of your veins;
to feel flame shuddering your blood
and to agonize you with my ardor.
To crush you as a flower
upon my breast,
To bear you away
to some secret valley
where I would love you into insensibility....”
          ~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff


Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 2nd Feb 2016
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