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The Damnation Of Ticking Time
Timing never was our friend, but instead that ever elusive taste of freedom we knew brimmed in our closed hearts.
Open minds and closed doors left little haste and a skill of savoring every crevice of knowledge with the caress...a brush of lips in a whisper of wanting what time so short would not allow.
Time was always the enemy that ticked our moments short.
Maybe that's why we wander from sheet to sheet searching for the fulfillment we were never given the hours, the days to achieve.
We were cheated in the rush that wasn't beckoned...ooh how I'd love to have control of the hands that clicked on and on stealing your lips from my ears.
Time always went on when we had so little to bare and we cling to fantasies we only discussed in the dreams we shared over coffee brewed strong to signify what we were not.
We were times plaything, it played with our emotions and pulled your sweat gleaming skin from my lust drenched flesh before we could reach our full potential.
I was Times damsel in distress, pacing the tile floors in empty halls needing what had all ready slipped away with the hours...the days we should have seen.
I still stand here counting the hours...the days until time is allowed us once more!
Open minds and closed doors left little haste and a skill of savoring every crevice of knowledge with the caress...a brush of lips in a whisper of wanting what time so short would not allow.
Time was always the enemy that ticked our moments short.
Maybe that's why we wander from sheet to sheet searching for the fulfillment we were never given the hours, the days to achieve.
We were cheated in the rush that wasn't beckoned...ooh how I'd love to have control of the hands that clicked on and on stealing your lips from my ears.
Time always went on when we had so little to bare and we cling to fantasies we only discussed in the dreams we shared over coffee brewed strong to signify what we were not.
We were times plaything, it played with our emotions and pulled your sweat gleaming skin from my lust drenched flesh before we could reach our full potential.
I was Times damsel in distress, pacing the tile floors in empty halls needing what had all ready slipped away with the hours...the days we should have seen.
I still stand here counting the hours...the days until time is allowed us once more!
Published 2nd May 2017
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2nd May 2017 5:59am
As I have read quoted, Time is (among other things) too short for those who love. Favourite lines:
Open minds and closed doors left little haste and a skill of savoring every crevice of knowledge with the caress...a brush of lips in a whisper of wanting what time so short would not allow.
Maybe that's why we wander from sheet to sheet searching for the fulfillment we were never given the hours, the days to achieve.
Open minds and closed doors left little haste and a skill of savoring every crevice of knowledge with the caress...a brush of lips in a whisper of wanting what time so short would not allow.
Maybe that's why we wander from sheet to sheet searching for the fulfillment we were never given the hours, the days to achieve.
2nd May 2017 10:53am
Agreed, time slips away so easily! Always appreciate your feedback Solomon :) V
I liked your piece about time .yes....time gives us time only to whittle us down...and then subtract us...humbling isn't it
I like very much that you call yourself erotic goddess...the name works well with your sweet face
I think about the erotic and write about it a lot ...almost exclusively ...but what i write about is not for everybody....its so dark my dear..transgressive ...sadomasochistic ..erotic horror ....graphic
dreadful but delicious to twisted me ...so read a little of you like my lovely Goddess and if you like reach out to me....im a huge fan of the Goddess especially when shes good to me
xoxoxoxo
I like very much that you call yourself erotic goddess...the name works well with your sweet face
I think about the erotic and write about it a lot ...almost exclusively ...but what i write about is not for everybody....its so dark my dear..transgressive ...sadomasochistic ..erotic horror ....graphic
dreadful but delicious to twisted me ...so read a little of you like my lovely Goddess and if you like reach out to me....im a huge fan of the Goddess especially when shes good to me
xoxoxoxo
3rd May 2017 8:54pm
Thank you! I appreciate the feedback and praise, Most would cringe in fear of a comment like that but I think I will have a peak since curiosity has spiked my interest. V
