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My soul calls your name
My soul calls your name
From the dark corners of my soul, your name I hear it scream, desires rage inside of me, you take over all I dream
Smothering me with your lust, all I breath is you, feeling you take over me, my body wants you too
Your sex climbs all over me, your fragrance fills my lungs, all I hear is your breathing, our love song has been sung
Hands running all over me, your hand grabs my fragile heart, making sure I'm there with you, though we're miles apart
I can taste your kiss, your rouged lips touch my face, your arms are wrapped around me, I'm held in loves embrace
My soul is calling out your name, I'm filled with sex and lust, I want to give myself to you, in your love I trust
Take me, love me, enslave me, make me be your man, make me feel like I can walk, like no other can.
Sitting in wheelchair, trapped inside my broken soul, I hope you hear me calling you, to be loved by you's my goal
Ron
From the dark corners of my soul, your name I hear it scream, desires rage inside of me, you take over all I dream
Smothering me with your lust, all I breath is you, feeling you take over me, my body wants you too
Your sex climbs all over me, your fragrance fills my lungs, all I hear is your breathing, our love song has been sung
Hands running all over me, your hand grabs my fragile heart, making sure I'm there with you, though we're miles apart
I can taste your kiss, your rouged lips touch my face, your arms are wrapped around me, I'm held in loves embrace
My soul is calling out your name, I'm filled with sex and lust, I want to give myself to you, in your love I trust
Take me, love me, enslave me, make me be your man, make me feel like I can walk, like no other can.
Sitting in wheelchair, trapped inside my broken soul, I hope you hear me calling you, to be loved by you's my goal
Ron
Published 18th Jul 2020
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18th Jul 2020 4:45pm
dearest Ron such a passionate write
I feel the deep lust and also the tender nature of this write...
beautiful ❤
I feel the deep lust and also the tender nature of this write...
beautiful ❤
18th Jul 2020 4:52pm
Thank you xx I try write as I feel in the moment.
Thanks so much for your kind words and support and the opportunity to write with such a accomplished writer
Ron xx
Thanks so much for your kind words and support and the opportunity to write with such a accomplished writer
Ron xx
