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Wrestling with Thoughts....
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Wrestling with Thoughts.... Wrestling with Thoughts.... Wrestling with vexed thoughts less joyous than thoughts of wrestling with you getting heated hot and bothered by kisses angelic face smothered and juices used as<b> artist </font></b>paint from your thighs for I am no saint those juices rich musky and tart my fingers swirling creating art the sensual strokes on sensitive skin how enthusiastically they surge in all loops and curls and jagged edges touches to make one forget all pledges as your breath catch on your own lips the mercury changes and the weather dips a storm such as was never one before sweeps across you centred in your core a firing of nerves to sensations overpowering as this art is to bring you to perfect flowering still that is all of consequence none for it was about my thoughts this poem run vexed thoughts of what one offers to another needs the perfect bid or else why bother I offer you this fine young clever hand and I reply to take it is not my plan how about my heart with passion grown the passion which you have so well sown not your heart this is not an offer true I want much much more from you each limb you offer and your naked breast though I would not remove these from your chest I can see you know the offer must be better a submissive clause you offer to the letter and I do not take these offers many for each and all are only any I want not one thing of you or lots I do not care for what I want costs for I want the thing lovers always offer not gold frankincense myrrh or copper it is not their hearts or their dreams not offers of comfort for night screams and not their sexuality or their mirth not all the riches of and from the earth great loves always offer up the very same ask Romeo of Juliet to a couple name they offer not a hand or heart or soul for in loving there is no merchant's goal what is offered is their everything the breath they breathe the words they sing their every morning noon and night all times when life is dark or bright every fear and every hope deep inside every personal secret they seal and hide for lovers offer only one item complete everything they are when awake or asleep the kisses raised sacred from a font never dry the salt of weeping tears when they cry every solace and every assistance their love for you is patient persistence is not a role of which you play is not for a marriage long or a single day is not of your subservience to the other or your willingness to dress up in rubber is everything and all points between which makes you what the world has seen and everything hidden for only one other to view the very best the very worse in all of you for this is what lovers seek to share every day the chores the joy and the care when you are down a lover gives a hand when think life is meaningless they seek out a plan so your offer would better be every part of you everything you think and everything you do your intelligence mischief and beauty rare your full lips true heart and nipples bare every inch and every moment we seek to take from Time of this the best life we make in each kiss let us recall the passion of the first always from you I want your desire and passion thirst in words and images let us never let the other forget for now everything we are melded without regret. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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if you hold your breath as you read, will you have enough to exhale by time you have finished to the line last...or could this poem by a death knell, a dangerous pawn from a deeper place in Hell....... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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