Her Words Of Need

"A quiet night time telepathy revealed these wants"

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Weave a delicate web for me

With threads of silk

accompanied by

epic dreams of our revelry

Spin me tales of wonder

with your wild soul

A spirit that is carefree

adorn it with nothing

but your smile

Filling it

with sweet…

memories…

Like hidden keys

unlocking secret doors

to a world of pleasure

where our fevered passions roar

~

I go down on my knees

In supplication to my needs

My overwhelming urge

My nerves are tingling aloud

Greed of my amorous hands

stroke and mould you

in a steel band

Your heat against my lips

Coax me to take

you in eager sips

Soft and hard

heat with heat

Together we march

to a savage beat

Please let me

be the vessel

for your

life giving seed

Published 8 months ago

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