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VERACITY FOUND
Who are the real people?
am I real?
genuine to the core?
or a mere artifice
of who I and others
think I should be?
In whom can I place
my implicit trust?
Palpable is your truth
your scent, sweet voice,
kind sometimes mischievous smile
your slightest movement
all poetry, all authentic
The feel of your hair
at my fingers touch
the fine down tendrils
softly caressing my face
when the back of your neck I kiss
this is my truth
Succulent lips
pressed to mine
rough, wet surface
of our tongues
entwined, dancing
sensual excitement
alight in mesmerizing eyes
me sincerely desiring
this is my truth
Hot breath whispers
transmit tingles down the spine
comforting words
of love and acceptance
permeating my soul
coming to rest In my loins
this is my truth
Your shoulders
smooth and round
the electricity
beneath your skin
as my tongue runs
slowly across
Its supple, fragrant surface
.this is my truth
The warm humid place
beneath your breasts
felt as I lift each
erect nipple to my
hungry mouth to kiss,
nibble and suck
my head
by your gentle hands
kept in place
this is my truth
My hands on your ass
holding you close
your heat against me pressed
ready inner sanctum begging me enter
satisfied moans as I comply
deeply rooted
we ride the wave of passion
this is my truth
Weary of a world
where deception’s de rigueur
in you I find truth
profound intimacy,
our reality
amour our ever-faithful gude.
am I real?
genuine to the core?
or a mere artifice
of who I and others
think I should be?
In whom can I place
my implicit trust?
Palpable is your truth
your scent, sweet voice,
kind sometimes mischievous smile
your slightest movement
all poetry, all authentic
The feel of your hair
at my fingers touch
the fine down tendrils
softly caressing my face
when the back of your neck I kiss
this is my truth
Succulent lips
pressed to mine
rough, wet surface
of our tongues
entwined, dancing
sensual excitement
alight in mesmerizing eyes
me sincerely desiring
this is my truth
Hot breath whispers
transmit tingles down the spine
comforting words
of love and acceptance
permeating my soul
coming to rest In my loins
this is my truth
Your shoulders
smooth and round
the electricity
beneath your skin
as my tongue runs
slowly across
Its supple, fragrant surface
.this is my truth
The warm humid place
beneath your breasts
felt as I lift each
erect nipple to my
hungry mouth to kiss,
nibble and suck
my head
by your gentle hands
kept in place
this is my truth
My hands on your ass
holding you close
your heat against me pressed
ready inner sanctum begging me enter
satisfied moans as I comply
deeply rooted
we ride the wave of passion
this is my truth
Weary of a world
where deception’s de rigueur
in you I find truth
profound intimacy,
our reality
amour our ever-faithful gude.
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