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What is this which tugs at my garments,
Beconing me to your arms?
Deep sensual pleasures tearing at my flesh,
Summoning wills of desire I scarcely recognize as my own
Severed from this brain of reason,
Whose control was lost
The very second your lips met mine.
Your musky scent permeates my nostrils,
Igniting a flame, fuelled by lust
And carried to burning conclusion by raw sexual needs, wants, desires.
My soul hungry, for that which I can only possess as you deem fit.
I moan in ecstasy as your gentle hands manipulate,
Sending waves of pure pleasure throughout my being,
Then slowly caressing me towards the edge of sleep,
I allow you to lead me to the precipice,
Then gratefully plunge into the land of blissful dreams of you.
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Written by Laura Dee
June 1, 2000.
Copyright � in Canada
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