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Hold Me Tight with Gentle Hands
Take me with gentle hands
Slow, then fast,
make it last
Hold me on the edge,
that narrow ledge,
bordering insanity
Drive me mad,
Oh! You're so bad,
as I gasp out the last of my sanity
and lose all my vanity
Sweat and musk,
riding your tusk
My body moves of it's volition,
a slow burning ignition
Grinding slowly
Adagio
I'm such a tease
as you plead,
oh, my wicked greed
Hold me tight with gentle hands
and submit to my demands
With quivering thighs
we'll find our treasured prize
Slow, then fast,
make it last
Hold me on the edge,
that narrow ledge,
bordering insanity
Drive me mad,
Oh! You're so bad,
as I gasp out the last of my sanity
and lose all my vanity
Sweat and musk,
riding your tusk
My body moves of it's volition,
a slow burning ignition
Grinding slowly
Adagio
I'm such a tease
as you plead,
oh, my wicked greed
Hold me tight with gentle hands
and submit to my demands
With quivering thighs
we'll find our treasured prize
Published 26th Nov 2021
| Edited 27th Nov 2021
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26th Nov 2021 8:34pm
27th Nov 2021 5:07pm
26th Nov 2021 8:41pm
27th Nov 2021 5:03pm
Thank you dear heart. This was a stretching myself trying to write an emotion. I was thinking of a perfect world where we're all telepathic and could directly share emotions, but then thought we would never need to read or write poetry [which is some measure is the direct sharing of ourselves].
26th Nov 2021 10:00pm
This is so sexy Heart. You really captured my mind making me want to submit to your demands with quivering thighs. To be held tight being taken to the edge over and over again, and taking you there too, losing my mind thinking of nothing else but the impending explosive release to come. I could definitely feel this one.
Into an ominous quiet
of a world waiting in fear
we are deaf and blind
to the love we can not hear
mute to our desires
that can only be conveyed
by the slow sensual feel
of emotions touching skin
as lust becomes our fingertips
tracing incantations
on the naked canvass
of our minds
of a world waiting in fear
we are deaf and blind
to the love we can not hear
mute to our desires
that can only be conveyed
by the slow sensual feel
of emotions touching skin
as lust becomes our fingertips
tracing incantations
on the naked canvass
of our minds
Anonymous
- Edited 9th Apr 2022 5:45am
27th Nov 2021 3:22am
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27th Nov 2021 2:24pm
27th Nov 2021 5:05pm
sweet lines only if I had a change to hold these sensual lines within my gentel but strong hands
