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Pure Absolution-Flowing Freely


Frustration merged with irritation.
The kind that persist within a quiver of exhilaration,  
when my own intimate touch burns a lucid memory
across pinnacles.
Meekly pulling to be satiated, sifted and teased.
I left my arrogance scattered between  
the exhales of surrender and a graceless whore
howling for unsanctioned pleasure.
I’m…..still smiling.
Still smell the scent of your creed green Irish tweed
harmonizing with my cashmere mist…
sinking inside my skin.
I no longer have a voice because….
your hardened urgency muted me.
When it slowly forced itself through dribbles of
lipstick and propelled me into silent intimacy.
There’s no nouns or verbs that could
summarize that beautiful moment.
A moment that gifted me a box full of pure absolution,  
wrapped with a bow of euphoria.
Your rapture is summoned transformation
of an erotic second coming.
bend the thought of fucking freely...
candidly, lavishly in my mental.
Like the flawless seams of tensed ambrosia in your skin.
The way you…
Let me in.
Written by RainC_Tara (rain1courtel)
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