| As she approaches I see her silhouete upon the stars of passion in my waiting heart Appearing from within my dreams the warmth of a kindred spirit has graced my chamber reserved for eternity. She speaks with her eyes to my flesh that awaits her soft caress with gestures that embrace my form like a warm glove Holding gently her spiritual frame releases her from fear soaking my love into the empty caldron so long denied Into a boiling lust of desires awakin groping hands and tongues that reach beyond our wildest haunts Our lustful breathing feeds the adoration and taste of love. I kiss her neck as flames of passion drip down her legs She welcomes me into her private garden and opens her flower for me with her delicate hands. Gently kisssing her petals of joy she looks into my eyes while I drink her spirit I sink my face into her rose I study her moves and dance with her patiently her legs become weak and tremble we are lost in the trance of our ecstasy |
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