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Revealed Passion
Revealed passions,
of a womans desires.
Words that sing of intimate details,
Clues to unlock the animal instincts.
Often hidden,
Rarely understood.
Such words should be cherished
as revelation to us stumbling males.
As rough callused hands,
touch soft female flesh.
Attempting arousal,...
Yet, often failing,
Through simple ignorance.
Not desire to please.
So sing to me your passions secrets.
Instruct, as I truly desire to learn.
Your flesh is not my flesh.
The keys to your ecstasy,
are different then mine.
At this moment in time,
My only awareness,
Is that my pleasure is dependent upon yours.
Your moans,
Your trembling flesh,
Your screams,
as passion's wave, cascades through you.
There is my pleasure.
The song of your release
The joining of our orgasms.
Two separate moments
of individual delight.
Which, when brought together,
Instigate the muse of true creation.
The realization of ultimate ecstasy.
So yes,
Sing me your passionate song.
Reveal to me all your deepest secrets,
That guide to your savoury release.
I wet my tongue in eager anticipation.
of a womans desires.
Words that sing of intimate details,
Clues to unlock the animal instincts.
Often hidden,
Rarely understood.
Such words should be cherished
as revelation to us stumbling males.
As rough callused hands,
touch soft female flesh.
Attempting arousal,...
Yet, often failing,
Through simple ignorance.
Not desire to please.
So sing to me your passions secrets.
Instruct, as I truly desire to learn.
Your flesh is not my flesh.
The keys to your ecstasy,
are different then mine.
At this moment in time,
My only awareness,
Is that my pleasure is dependent upon yours.
Your moans,
Your trembling flesh,
Your screams,
as passion's wave, cascades through you.
There is my pleasure.
The song of your release
The joining of our orgasms.
Two separate moments
of individual delight.
Which, when brought together,
Instigate the muse of true creation.
The realization of ultimate ecstasy.
So yes,
Sing me your passionate song.
Reveal to me all your deepest secrets,
That guide to your savoury release.
I wet my tongue in eager anticipation.
Published 16th Nov 2018
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16th Nov 2018 9:11pm
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At this moment in time,
My only awareness,
Is that my pleasure is dependent upon yours.
There is my pleasure.
The song of your release
The joining of our orgasms.
Two separate moments
of individual delight.
Which, when brought together,
Instigate the muse of true creation.
The realization of ultimate ecstasy.
At this moment in time,
My only awareness,
Is that my pleasure is dependent upon yours.
There is my pleasure.
The song of your release
The joining of our orgasms.
Two separate moments
of individual delight.
Which, when brought together,
Instigate the muse of true creation.
The realization of ultimate ecstasy.
16th Nov 2018 9:29pm
