Control  

rm_Sallypus 52F
1056 posts
8/11/2005 3:26 am

Last Read:
3/9/2007 3:00 am

Control

Feel it slide over me like warm almond oil,
Coating my skin, covering me ... and uncovering something
slumbering and powerful.
Your desire does not count,
Save where it matches my own
Or amuses me,
And I will stand before you,
speak casually of the hot sticky warmth
pooling in my thighs,
and stand just far enough away
that you cannot touch me ... but close enough
for you to catch my scent
and tell me that you long
to taste the ocean
between my thighs,
or nurse hard
at these sweet breasts.
What will your eyes look like
when I tell you what I want
to cover you
with such glory?
I am full, and silver
I am the saddle plumped
with juices and desire
And I would ride you
to the crest of my lust
take you deeply inside
and roll my hips
until you screamed my name
to the night gods
and cursed and blessed me
for your completion.....


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