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Wet Words

Mind, body, my soul    
To bring desires of its fortune unto alliance    
Let the light shine on bodies    
Feasted in the glory of physical abandonment    
Allow the music of unified voices to fill the empty space of time    
    
Moans of echoing contentment    
Bodies spent into pools of commitment    
Grunts of relent    
The master the student    
No losers on board      
Lost in a tidal wave of sinking sultriness    
     
Love making unto grand illusions of the mind    
Stroke for stroke    
Finger mmm.. for finger    
Dildo for my pussy hole    
Deeper, sss… slicker, faster, warmer    
Let the voice of sound carry me to the throne of blissful elation    
     
Cradling my yearns in that single moment    
The seepage, the readiness    
My body gyrating within its own wish to release    
Appetite quenched, cured, sss… overtaken    
My body seizure and then beautifully it awakens    
     
I’m falling into the rainfall of his beautiful storm    
The pleasure of the hurricane drippings      
Laced fingers of deliverance    
Time and earth stand still for reaching that beautiful climatic journey    
     
As the heat erratically beats    
Palms tighten… sss... gripping each other for the receiver and to take comfort in.. mmm the righteous of what is to come    
Sensuous lullabies, whispered, comprehended      
Head thrown back the sweet trail of self-rejuvenation knocking once again    
Damns of a flood kissing the silken arch within      
     
Opened. sss.. answered    
Body overtaking    
Trembling within the aftermath    
Self-placement of life, balanced    
Pulsating reduced, dildo sliding out of the creaminess recluse    
Soothe my soul upon my mound of glory    
     
Seductions of words of comfort at high noon    
Only to whisper on the celestial winds again    
Mm… as you take my body, my soul, my aura, to the moon    
My love    
   
   
Another K Production
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

Tom Robbins
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