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Sexual Balance ( and sweet "Strawberry Wine")

�..do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
�
I am
taken a back
to the atmospheric thoughts
of the you that but a few even know...
�
�.the enigmatic verve
that always seems to show
causing the eros impetus
of my soul to glow
�
and I wonder
and I want.....
�
�.to be your lesbian love,
transforming myself
into a soft, mocha brown,
sullen beauty that appears �
as your Rhiannon
in the night
when the shade
of the moon's blue light �
is just right for us,
sister to sister
�
knowing
�
where to touch you,
how to taste
how to hold you down
in the moments
when you fall from grace
into wanton female desire and sapphic lust
the longing......
�
...if I was your girlfriend
�
fulfilling your need
for that
Moorish brute,
riding the fine line
between the Marques de Sade
and Christian Grey
bringing you into submission,
�
seducing your flesh through delicious joy and pain
�
for you to �
bow down at my feet
my submissive, coquettish little bitch
in a hellish heat
�
�oh how the master doth beat her meat
�
hemlocked-spreader, her legs open wide
lovely mouth ball-gagged
to keep those raging demons �
trapped inside
�
violet leather strap,
hands to the bed
long, slender arms �
held up over her head
�
�yes master� she cries,
passionate tears �
flow from her eyes
nipples straining against clamps
on jeweled chains
striking the flogger upon her
rouged, bruised ass, �
feeling absolutely no shame
�
hypnotized,
pain b4 pleasure
rhythmic tapping �
of the whip upon her
swollen clit, 69 agonizingly delicious times
�
masculine fingers
pushed deep inside
fucking her
hot,wet pussy
just
like
this......68, 69
�
beautifully tortured.......balance
�
in the sweet summertime, summertime
natures splendor �
in the tall green grass
she dances for me
beneath clear blue skies
my body tingles
as I peer through squinted eyes
into her sun.....
�
� her clothes gently fall to the ground
her body glistens
she joins me there �
upon the ground
my hands entangled
inside the locks of �
tousled, dark hair
�
distant animal eyes
silently watch us,
not making a sound
as we make love
there upon the ground,
cascades of intimate
wetness falling down
she anoints my masculinity
�
like sweet strawberry wine.....hanging in the balance of our summer and fall
�
( do you ever dare to think of me at all?) �8/30/2018