Is something I am all too familiar with.
For you, I’ve given my heart so fully
but I want to give you more, so I deliver you my body.
I am yours, not just body and soul, but in devotion of will.
Teetering on the edge, afraid to go over
I’m desperate for your pleasure and suffer to find it.
I say suffer, knowing full well that’s not what I do.
How can one be so completely obsessed, so fulfilled, so aroused and yet,
still be suffering?
This is the paradox of true, deep, intimate passion.
Pleasure is derived from giving and receiving.
But love is found more in the giving.
How much is too much?
How can I say no to you? Even when you yourself think it’s enough, I want to give you more.
Always more…
Flickering fantasies flash and tease.
My brain is my ultimate organ,
Never tiring of gleaning more delicious thoughts and images
for my naked, tormented body to consume and devour.
But the thirst for her happiness never quells
My own building arousal only thickens my intense need to please
and the cycle continues.
Hungering for more, more of her.
Her body, her mind, her love, her aroma, her tone, her screams of delight…
Her approval.
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To anyone still following me from before, I am planning to start writing again.
It will be along the lines of my 2nd book. Chasity in a lesbian relationship being the main theme.
Take care, thanks.
