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Becoming the Fire
He had never spoken to me
Or whispered my name
But I knew his voice
Like the wind from the rain
And I felt his calling
My body trembled at the thought
He knew all that I was
And everything I was not.
I could feel him softly caressing me
In the corners of my mind
My head ached in reaction
Afraid of what he might find
My chest felt heavy & tightened
It got harder and harder to breathe
As I thought of all the places
He had been inside of me
I brushed my fingertips across my lips
I swear his presence was there
Sliding my hands down the nape of my neck
It was him tugging at my hair
My eyes fluttered as my head fell back
My lips parted to take him in
My body shivered, then set flame to fire
He would be my greatest sin.
One by one, my buttons came unfastened
Until my blouse fell at my waist
Down came the zipper of my skirt
Revealing a black corset, stockings & lace.
I could feel his breath hot on my skin
And I sat back on the bed
Running my hands up those silky thighs
I closed my eyes and saw red
I knew that had to have him
I needed him to want me.
I craved the reckless abandonment
Of temptation setting us free.
So, hands moved across my breasts
His visions played out in my mind
Dangerously seductive and strong
But unveiled, felt gentle and kind
I arched my back,
Slid my hands further down.
He was right there with me
Circling fingers around and around
I trembled from this ecstasy.
Between my thighs, I was so incredibly wet
I felt his hands pushing me further
I knew he wasn’t done with me yet.
So, I pushed deeper and I felt more
With every twist of my hips
I swear I could smell the scent of him
His sweet seduction was on my lips.
He was all over the curves of my body
He was in every bend of my mind
The more I thrust forward, the deeper I drove.
The more his face was all I could find.
Closing my eyes, I looked straight into his
My body was on the edge of desire
No turning back as if there ever was
My sexuality just became the fire.
Or whispered my name
But I knew his voice
Like the wind from the rain
And I felt his calling
My body trembled at the thought
He knew all that I was
And everything I was not.
I could feel him softly caressing me
In the corners of my mind
My head ached in reaction
Afraid of what he might find
My chest felt heavy & tightened
It got harder and harder to breathe
As I thought of all the places
He had been inside of me
I brushed my fingertips across my lips
I swear his presence was there
Sliding my hands down the nape of my neck
It was him tugging at my hair
My eyes fluttered as my head fell back
My lips parted to take him in
My body shivered, then set flame to fire
He would be my greatest sin.
One by one, my buttons came unfastened
Until my blouse fell at my waist
Down came the zipper of my skirt
Revealing a black corset, stockings & lace.
I could feel his breath hot on my skin
And I sat back on the bed
Running my hands up those silky thighs
I closed my eyes and saw red
I knew that had to have him
I needed him to want me.
I craved the reckless abandonment
Of temptation setting us free.
So, hands moved across my breasts
His visions played out in my mind
Dangerously seductive and strong
But unveiled, felt gentle and kind
I arched my back,
Slid my hands further down.
He was right there with me
Circling fingers around and around
I trembled from this ecstasy.
Between my thighs, I was so incredibly wet
I felt his hands pushing me further
I knew he wasn’t done with me yet.
So, I pushed deeper and I felt more
With every twist of my hips
I swear I could smell the scent of him
His sweet seduction was on my lips.
He was all over the curves of my body
He was in every bend of my mind
The more I thrust forward, the deeper I drove.
The more his face was all I could find.
Closing my eyes, I looked straight into his
My body was on the edge of desire
No turning back as if there ever was
My sexuality just became the fire.
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