Passion  

eriedragon4 57M
2737 posts
4/13/2006 12:38 am

Last Read:
4/15/2006 11:25 am

Passion


He lay upon Egyptian spun cotton
sheets,
bare, moon-bathed thighs open,
eyes half -lidded, still spiraling
from the heat of her touch.
She had left him, but an
hour
before, sated, drained,
stained with the ink,
of her ecstasy;
her parting words
still
reverberating in his ears;
“not enough, not nearly enough.”
Then the garden gate creaked
opened and a footstep
brushed against
the path.
~
Soft she came to stand before him,
an aromatic beauty with Nirvana
stained lips; exposed, wet,
glistening with
sweat of pure sin.
She whispers, “I am
hungry,”
as her fingers
unhurriedly slides
downward through
the silky
triangle of moist curls,
to hush the whining
of her drooling
feminine
lips.
She mounts him,
with eyes closed,
letting her head fall
back, as she applied
feather stroked
pressure to
her sex,
and
when he reached to touch her,
she replied in panting breaths,
“easy, you are not ready for
me; I want you begging.”
Her flesh took on a
life of its own as
she caressed
herself to
ascend
the
heights
of savage greed,
whimpering as
undulating
hips
rocked
her punani
princess to heave,
quiver; and
just before
erupting, she
sheathed him inside
the heat of her
center, spilling
words that
fell short of
whispers;
“tell me
how good it feels.”
~
With her back arched,
jutting breasts filled
his palms, seeking
suckle from his
tongue, and
she rode
him
relentlessly,
as he bucked
wild
beneath her,
exploding
inside her
sun.
She was the feast
that quenched
his
famish;
the insatiable
Passion's daughter.





rm_goddess1946 105F
13518 posts
4/14/2006 7:24 am

[post 309184]

sending you love for a spectacular
Easter Holiday! heartfelt hugs!

Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...
{=}


rm_goddess1946 105F
13518 posts
4/13/2006 8:16 pm

needing to read your words before I
close my eyes to sleep...


For you are my beloved Erie Dragon...
He who is a muse to me in the still of the night
as the energy of the full moon taunts my mind
..in this moment in time...and I know I must write....


The pulse that you write ...
I will leave written in black


my ink will be a lavender form
And the night soon will wrap me
in safe sandman's arms
and I'll sleep loved and so wonderfully warm...


Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...
{=}


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