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Though Shalt Not Want...
The center
of her universe,
akin to a hellish fire
Her facade,
that of a quiet storm....
.....but if you draw closer
you shall feel the warmth within those
intrepid desires.......”thou shalt not want”
the cumming resurrection
Le Petit Mortir, the small death
I find myself in the throes
of a delicious flood of sensuality
(....I am so hard)
….mouth straining, open wide,
gasping as if it were my last breath
"making me dance inside....."
“….trying not to seize you; blaze like Caesar”(1)
hoping that you feel my want, my need of your power
the copulation of your soul-lost in “The Hours”
that no longer exist....all but a metaphor of indescribable pleasure
wrapped inside your arms
languishing in your kiss, forever
” (until this longing is all but gone)
...and Thou Shalt Not Want
of her universe,
akin to a hellish fire
Her facade,
that of a quiet storm....
.....but if you draw closer
you shall feel the warmth within those
intrepid desires.......”thou shalt not want”
the cumming resurrection
Le Petit Mortir, the small death
I find myself in the throes
of a delicious flood of sensuality
(....I am so hard)
….mouth straining, open wide,
gasping as if it were my last breath
"making me dance inside....."
“….trying not to seize you; blaze like Caesar”(1)
hoping that you feel my want, my need of your power
the copulation of your soul-lost in “The Hours”
that no longer exist....all but a metaphor of indescribable pleasure
wrapped inside your arms
languishing in your kiss, forever
” (until this longing is all but gone)
...and Thou Shalt Not Want
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