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The Touch Of Timeless Passion

Covet my desires, shroud of rapture found within your mind
In the absence of my body, find me in your imaginative carnal designs  
Close your eyes…shh…allow sagacity of your temple to feel  
Tenderly touch the essence of my shadow, let thy will  
Kismet Karma found in our forbidden love as it slowly overspills  
  
Lay me on a bed of yesterday’s begotten sorrows  
Blended tears of lost tomorrows  
Forehead to forehead, whispered promises    
Reality of time borrowed  
  
Part my sacred silken flower  
Bodies entwined, grasping for freedom in the midnight hour  
Call out my name    
Submitting, surrendering as you draw this tender Moth's resistance to your flame  
Mixing the essence of my sweeten cream  
Your erection worshipping inside the realistic desire of your wet dream  
  
Resonating contented screams        
His hard dick swinging, deep inside sinking, his erection kinging, Oh God, so serene    
My wet pussy flapping, singing  
The crown of ecstasy peaking  
Mummurs of French speaking  
Clenched passion, deeper and deeper, past the abyss of reason  
Tongue to tongue, bodies thrashing in exile, sinful depravation of its treason  
  
Sentiments echoed until the rise of the hidden sun  
The slip and dip of desires on the run  
Licking up my body, tasting my reminisce    
Mm, savor my honeyed flavor, the addictive tasteful bliss    

The lust of him thrusting inside me  
Hitting my silken core, beckoning my soul unto the pleasure of his tease  
My sunken treasure begging from the famished need    
Legs linked around his back moaning softly to be    
  
Mm…pushing my body to the edge of insanity    
Back arched, falling under grace, his body anchoring deeper to please    
Begging, panting  for the release of his pearly seed
The creamy love potion that has him drowning in the mist of my sea  
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion, desire.

Aristotle
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