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One Night's Virtual Kiss
Words on a screen,
is what you are comprised of;
you are a mystery to my mind,
coming like a dream so sublime.
For so long my body has been barren,
a desert, parched of tenderness and passion.
My desires emaciated, have become a memory.
The longing solidified my heart, a cold stone,
but my dreams I could not reign in or control.
The woman I am has dominion,
her desires would not be denied
even if the moment is ephemeral.
My ambient liquid dreams are a
vivid image of loving, feeling
you caress me as if I was fragile.
Slow, purposeful, you castigate my body
with your control, intent on igniting passions
long forgotten, my ardor rising from the
ashes like a phoenix; you wear a wicked grin,
the knowing displayed mmm…,
amative actions extract illicit responses.
The many things I want, I hunger for,
kisses in all my sensitive places,
you to hold me fiercely in your arms,
yet tenderly; squeeze me as if fearing
I will fade from sight; let our lips meet
tenderly in every conceivable way.
Seduce me as if it means the world to you,
artfully caress the design of my body
record it in your mind, the whispers
of ecstasy only you can imagine to hear,
Taking me to the brink with your
digitally written foreplay making me
feel timid yet full of undeniable wanting.
You tease and entice, arousing
a carnal appetite that demands
appeasement; you fantasize finding my soft spot,
trailing kisses down my neck nibbling tasting,
mmm… my will is now a slow, slow train wreck;
oblivious of anything other than the imagined
feel of you, the cascades of sensations that
you have awakened, virtually via the imagination.
Gypsy Red
7/2012
is what you are comprised of;
you are a mystery to my mind,
coming like a dream so sublime.
For so long my body has been barren,
a desert, parched of tenderness and passion.
My desires emaciated, have become a memory.
The longing solidified my heart, a cold stone,
but my dreams I could not reign in or control.
The woman I am has dominion,
her desires would not be denied
even if the moment is ephemeral.
My ambient liquid dreams are a
vivid image of loving, feeling
you caress me as if I was fragile.
Slow, purposeful, you castigate my body
with your control, intent on igniting passions
long forgotten, my ardor rising from the
ashes like a phoenix; you wear a wicked grin,
the knowing displayed mmm…,
amative actions extract illicit responses.
The many things I want, I hunger for,
kisses in all my sensitive places,
you to hold me fiercely in your arms,
yet tenderly; squeeze me as if fearing
I will fade from sight; let our lips meet
tenderly in every conceivable way.
Seduce me as if it means the world to you,
artfully caress the design of my body
record it in your mind, the whispers
of ecstasy only you can imagine to hear,
Taking me to the brink with your
digitally written foreplay making me
feel timid yet full of undeniable wanting.
You tease and entice, arousing
a carnal appetite that demands
appeasement; you fantasize finding my soft spot,
trailing kisses down my neck nibbling tasting,
mmm… my will is now a slow, slow train wreck;
oblivious of anything other than the imagined
feel of you, the cascades of sensations that
you have awakened, virtually via the imagination.
Gypsy Red
7/2012
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