eriedragon4 57M
2737 posts
6/15/2006 10:02 am

Last Read:
6/17/2006 1:55 am


Sorrow, sweet sorrow, like an ironclad grasp, chained to memories now so long past, restricting her view of whispered ecstasy, unable to see her own glorious destiny,

Beauty abundant, wrapped in these chains, yearning for freedom, feeling only love's pains, yielding her essence to surrender of soul, abandonment of self, a compromised goal,

Tattooed by fate, marked for destruction, longing for her heart, to once again function. strength of a warrior awash in self pity, magickal moments lost in throngs of the city,

Hearing a voice from ancient abode, offering true love and to share in her load, it beckons her on, and begs her to listen, a gift of truth and a new life to christen,

Somehow she knows, to first discover herself, to reawaken passions too long on the shelf, so opening eyes to once again see, that which she is, and her own inner beauty,

Despite weight of her chains, her desire she exclaims, caressing her skin in a sensuous motion, silky and smooth, making this a lustful potion, tingling sensations now renew love's libations,

Within her mind, tis his touch she feels, the warmth on her breast, her own primal squeals, loins now flowing, libido now glowing, alive in the craving, inhibitions she's braving,

With each new stroke, a lost fire's rebirth, stoking the flame, she forgets desire's dearth, explosion, implosion, she again understands, seeing a future, not chains, but gold bands!!!!

Whispersoftly5 52F
15176 posts
6/15/2006 12:12 pm

This one touched me. I'm still aroused from the last one I read, but this one really touched me. I felt it. Wow!


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