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Pulsate

A moment in time where hearts knows no bounds
Desires of affection of unforgotten yearns
Blind hearts burning the flames of silken sheets
Soaked with crimes of instilled passion
Stirs so strong, weakness, asunder we fall
 
Whispers cry out in the calling of the night
Weakened moans, his grunted groans
Our denied needs we faint whispers lips to lips
Sacred promises in the wallowing of the gift
Bodies bonding with each thrust and uplift
 
Freedom in our movements we touch
Carnal passions staining our lips we taste
Our souls laid upon the alter of its lustful feast
My passage of rite opening wider for you
Dividing me for your insatiable hunger mmm… you sink

In a beautiful moment of time
Rapid heartrate excels
His lips overpowering mine
Feeling the need in the heat of his pulsate

Streaming kisses tenderly up my chin
Eagar tongues dueling in the wet closure in the mm.. of the bliss
Soft chants in the wind you have ached for me
Inside me, deeply ensuing the core of my soul
Claiming me in the peak of rapture
Freefalling, surrendering, submitting  
 
Within the softness of the moment
Yours to take, wetting, bathing your promises deep within the depth of my temple
Lay upon me the reminisce of yesterday
Steal my breath today
Lock me in the oasis of you past the endless rings of infinity
 
Too far gone    
Where he only hears the melodies of my earful songs    
The casting of my feminist mystique, hooking him with my alluring gentle moans    
Only compass of the moon will know the destination of our mislaid

Marinating in the essence of my flavor
Moving in Heavenly glory mist
Pulling me into the famish of his thirst
My soul you sip upon, drinking in my resistance
My eyes closing, I see you, I taste, inhaling the beguiling aroma of you  
 
Moving so gently inside me
Pieces of me broken
Scattered unto the winds
Captured when awoken
Passion patrolling in the present  
 
The absence of affection, the only words ever spoken
Time or man cannot restore
Licking upon the divinity of my sweeten abyss
Fingers laced, my body sealed inside your destiny escaping in the moments in time  
Conjoining of minds, we blend  
In the crestfallen of ecstasy we purge
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Art must take reality by surprise.

Francoise Sagan
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