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Shimmering Candlelight
Shimmering Candlelight
My eyes take in the vision of you dark hair against white silk pillows your silky soft body arched on white sheets your silken bonds hold you so tightly.
Shadows shimmering in the soft candlelight as the scent of you fills, my nostrils your soft moans urging me on the two of us bound by passion.
Silent pleading in your lust filled eyes the need, the hunger, the desires that are unspoken and your passion silent yet loudly beckoning to me my love, my mate, my divine one.
My lips following the winding path of your form writhing before me I feel your need, your desire calls to me to kneel before you and engulf so deep.
Standing proudly as if a life all its own a treasure so perfect and priceless it calls me nearer to find what I seek throbbing, pulsing seeking sweet release.
Passions flames are burning out of control I become a slave to your rising needs desire erupts salty and sweet like honeyed nectar your trembling body surrenders to burning passion.
By nutbuster
My eyes take in the vision of you dark hair against white silk pillows your silky soft body arched on white sheets your silken bonds hold you so tightly.
Shadows shimmering in the soft candlelight as the scent of you fills, my nostrils your soft moans urging me on the two of us bound by passion.
Silent pleading in your lust filled eyes the need, the hunger, the desires that are unspoken and your passion silent yet loudly beckoning to me my love, my mate, my divine one.
My lips following the winding path of your form writhing before me I feel your need, your desire calls to me to kneel before you and engulf so deep.
Standing proudly as if a life all its own a treasure so perfect and priceless it calls me nearer to find what I seek throbbing, pulsing seeking sweet release.
Passions flames are burning out of control I become a slave to your rising needs desire erupts salty and sweet like honeyed nectar your trembling body surrenders to burning passion.
By nutbuster
Published 6th May 2019
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