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Temptation
You dance around my flame in such
enchanting shades and hues, the colors
all blending together perfectly to make
a paint to bring the world color from the
hairs and bristles of a brush.
Don't breathe too heavy or else you'll
lose yourself in the tossing waves of my
sea. I want this as bad as you, I want you,
you're so great but I can't have you.
I'm lusting after your body, I want to touch
and kiss and sex it up until there is nothing left.
This sinful lust after another woman and her
gentle, flowing body. Like a mountain range touched
and snow capped by snow, surrounded by chilled wind
with rising goosebumps being the little boulders.
And the breasts are minor mountains amongst the range,
that spot between those legs her oasis.
Flow into your body, it's what I want the most.
I am a woman who was lost in the desert, gliding
my tongue through the mountains and hills as if it
were feet until reaching that oasis, that wonderful
oasis, please let me have a drink.
Smooth strokes, slender fingers pulling
on thick locks of short hair. You're my
revelation, my salvation, and I'm losing
myself to your temptation.
enchanting shades and hues, the colors
all blending together perfectly to make
a paint to bring the world color from the
hairs and bristles of a brush.
Don't breathe too heavy or else you'll
lose yourself in the tossing waves of my
sea. I want this as bad as you, I want you,
you're so great but I can't have you.
I'm lusting after your body, I want to touch
and kiss and sex it up until there is nothing left.
This sinful lust after another woman and her
gentle, flowing body. Like a mountain range touched
and snow capped by snow, surrounded by chilled wind
with rising goosebumps being the little boulders.
And the breasts are minor mountains amongst the range,
that spot between those legs her oasis.
Flow into your body, it's what I want the most.
I am a woman who was lost in the desert, gliding
my tongue through the mountains and hills as if it
were feet until reaching that oasis, that wonderful
oasis, please let me have a drink.
Smooth strokes, slender fingers pulling
on thick locks of short hair. You're my
revelation, my salvation, and I'm losing
myself to your temptation.
Published 14th May 2012
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