My emotions are tied to visions of velvet and
the swell of the tide.
Your words explore the dusty crevices of old reasons and regrets …. luring of a
tongue probing wet folds of mystery .
O! thought be my own….as I lay and sway to your undulating probing.
Yet beyond hope and touch is the answer.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but the tears slide out silently.
I slide my thighs open, and the soul of me relaxes--
to wait for your beckoning, and urgency; and
let
love
flow
from a trickle
to a magnificent
“O”.
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