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a passionate rebirth

Languorus strokes
trace the texture and curves, 
the heat gently burns
deep in the pit of my soul 

Wooing areola 
the tip of your tongue
glides to its target 
teasing tips to a frenzy 

All reason flees
as straps feather,
brushed lightning 
dimples my arms 

I am lost in desire 
I'm a slave to need, 
the langer presses
urgency in its pulse 

a spark ignites 
as passion collides,
arising to your mouth 
lips fire the flames 

Undressing my soul 
I again loss control, 
my vow to never again 
is lost to passions spin 

Languishing light
tips the veils of morn, 
a day of rest awaits 
and I feel newly born 





Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/22/2015 8:50:00 AM
it is hard to resist....the passion in a kiss....especially those like this....because we can only reminisce....of the greatest desire on Life's list....which is something none of us want to miss....;)
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