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Outside, I am unmoving,
as still as a summer breeze,
maintaining a visage
of calmness while inside
I am a sandstorm, roaring grains
fueled beneath her fiery wind.
The core of me whirls, as I
yearn the heat of her hands,
and seek the quench of her kisses,
her mouth pressed gently to mine,
our lips mimicking the sand grains
dancing along the horizon.
her tongue offers honeydew,
and I suckle as if tomorrow
will not arrive. Soon, she is swept up,
consumed within passion's storm,
thrusting into the core, a waterfall
suddenly awaiting my entry.
she willingly accepts the journey,
and her sand grains wrap, like silk,
around the length of him, clasping,
guiding, urging him deeper, leading him
along the sand dunes and the red land
of the storm's pulsing rhythm.
Control is desired, but sensing her
near, I grow helpless to resist
forging onward, her passionate cries
driving me to travel faster, farther,
until she and I quake beneath the force
of our passionate joining amid the storm.
3/5/2006 5:18 am
3/5/2006 4:41 am
I like it. It kind of reminds me of Presque Isle.
hope they were fond ones
3/5/2006 3:51 am
I like it. It kind of reminds me of Presque Isle.|