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Grasp the soul
My heart grasps the pen...
The soul yearns for touch...
Skin shivers in anticipation...
Stare down the depth of feeling...
Her eyes grasp where I am...
The flavor suctions firmness...
Leaves trails dripping want...
Frames building desire for...release..
Fingers grasp the evidence...
Sinking into the budding folds...
Our rhythm grows to a crescendo...
Of shooting star like traces...
Shuddering...
Pulsating...
Gasping...
Enveloping...
Peace~
The soul yearns for touch...
Skin shivers in anticipation...
Stare down the depth of feeling...
Her eyes grasp where I am...
The flavor suctions firmness...
Leaves trails dripping want...
Frames building desire for...release..
Fingers grasp the evidence...
Sinking into the budding folds...
Our rhythm grows to a crescendo...
Of shooting star like traces...
Shuddering...
Pulsating...
Gasping...
Enveloping...
Peace~
Published 21st Aug 2016
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21st Aug 2016 5:10am
4th Sep 2016 12:16pm
The first stanza set the tone for tender lovemaking.
"My heart grasps the pen...
The soul yearns for touch...
Skin shivers in anticipation...
Stare down the depth of feeling."
Nicely done :)
Keith
"My heart grasps the pen...
The soul yearns for touch...
Skin shivers in anticipation...
Stare down the depth of feeling."
Nicely done :)
Keith
