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| I'll gently touch your hand, and you'll give me a look that could enslave the wildest dream. I'll raise your lips to be kissed in vain and enchant your mouth with a caress of an eager tongue. And if you're angered, I no further meant to please you, release you, and receive your innocence. On your electric breasts I'll lay my hands and create light impressions to match and twin the marks of submission which earlier you left on my back. And your breasts, with a kind warm glow, they swell and talk with hardened tips. They stir, and desire to dance under my lips, accomanied by the rhythms of heartbeats and the melancholy moans played by instruments of enticement. And if you distrust me, I no further meant to please you, release you, and receive your innocence. I'll keep my eyes on yours, on your soft skin my hands will stay, look at a face kissed by angels, feel skin envied by queens. All of my senses infatuated with you, each one ravished in delight. And with my body, prepare your soul for an eternal night. In reaction, deep breaths, gasps, sighs, wetness inside out, tears from the cries of your erogenous instincts. Orgasmic hands form the arch in your back, prisoners of lust, sentenced to hold your eyelids closed in ecstasy. My waist surrounded by your legs, the air dipped with the essense of bonded love. And if you blame me, ohhh, to you goddess penitent I confess, I no further meant to please you, release you, and give only to you my innocence. |