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Majestically, you reign supreme, beauty of my dream. Like passion's fruit your taste so sweet my love splits at the seam. Passion rise in dark brown eyes, ecstacy in each kiss. Oh, goddess of mine, how can I survive a bliss as sweet as this?
I see the mischief in you shining through, your dimples want to play a smile so angelic, but the reason behind it takes my breath away. I and my nature cannot resist, the promises that you make You say...
Come to me and allow my touch to sooth away the ache. Let my caress inspire delicious temptation, too much for you to take. Your lips resist but I see through your eyes to a soul begging to give in. I can take you sliding, gliding to liquid bliss, scintilating sensations that have no end.
Powerless over this delicious craving to lose myself in your soul's embrace. You say your desire for me makes you weak, I say your kiss makes this angel's wings feel out of place. You have mesmerized me with your silken flow, the way you spin words into gold. Draw me into your world, entice me to a sensuous melting of body and soul.
It is I my sweet, who is mesmerized, by the magic that you weave. Makes me want to touch you there and make you burn in places you wouldn't believe. Gat me caught up in thoughts of things I'd do to make your body speak, to feel it so soft beneath my hands, enough to make me weak.
Let me savor the flavor of nectar so sweet, that flows from down below. Then slowly slide into erotic bliss, and love you from head to toe. You fit me so well, like a hand in glove, our bodies perfect together. Earth holds no pleasure as sweet as this. I can love you forever.
If timing and place forbid me to touch, to taste, to tease, then let's make love in a timeless space where reality is the fantasy of you and me. Where the beating of our hearts and the rhythym of our strokes are the only keepers of time Where lust drives us to love, sweet love, not to surrender would be the crime.
Your body is an instrument I'll play between soft, slick lips. Fine tuning pleasure into a masterpiece of moans and thrusting hips. minds, spirits and finally bodies now entwined. Nothing could be more meant to be than this love of yours and mine.
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