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Mmm.. You Leave Me Breathless

Closing my eyes to a moment in the entanglement of the past      
An innocent mind softly bedazzled full of hopes, wishes, dreams      
Wary in my environs to trust of another being      
Eagar to explore freedom in a strange land in my youthfulness      
Ignorance to the world of supplications      
      
Dewy skin, fresh face      
Virginal meekness in the art pf ecstasy      
Only to be comforted by the drops of lust in preparing of the sensuous salivating feast      
Muscular, vintage, domineering in his quest to attest      
Voices of intellectual beautifully blending        
      
So, cavalier in lesson to be educated      
Skin drinking in the chasten sensation of forbidden passion      
Following and unscrupulous wallowing in the scent of raw hunger      
Instilled values and one wish to wallow in new beginnings      
Memories of a whispered hand of reassurance      
      
Heart, body, and soul, consoled in the heighted temptation      
Kisses in the forbiddances before the asunder      
The sacredness of my Chi      
Touches felt as a faint feather        
      
Fingers gliding along the slopes of a curvaceous invite        
So tender, so sweet, so palpable        
Desires became evident of its echoing desires      
Lost in the cloning passion of the unknown      
      
Clothes become the dawning of hindrance      
Bodies conjugating in the ritual of its promised dance      
Sentiment whispers      
Palms honored in the entwined      
What has been put together      
      
The seal of crossover shall be broken      
Cries of its relinquishing        
Coveting in the victories of the creamy undulation        
Looking back as a damsel      
Moving into the sensations of the progression of becoming a woman      
      
Clumsiness in the receptions of masculinity      
Pillowing under Heavenly dire      
Kisses to covet throes of rapture      
Remembrance has allocated for a single moment in time      
      
To kiss the wayward past        
Hugs of the present      
And aimlessly wondering in the future      
Benediction in the passion ordained by the revolving door of this world      
      
A kiss of remembrance floating into wind      
Unto two lips stained      
With the taste of as the sands of time poured once was      
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
The most beautiful products or the most elegant or seductive products, in my mind, are those that tell a story of a process.

Neri Oxman
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