"Birth
of Passion"
I want your warm clay to lie
on a pallet before me,
Unable to move …
or touch…
Except for the involuntary
response of your body,
As I create you into my
vision of passion.
Like God
creating man…
I want you to
experience the fullness of your desires.
Feel the
warmth of my body,
Its hardness,
its softness, its wetness…
Moving over
you, in you, filling you up –
To reach the
depths of your hidden passion…
To touch -
untouched places within you,
As you feel
the untamed wild spirit that lives in you –
Emerge!
I want to feel the urgency
of your passion,
As my hunger devours you…
Only to bring you down
before completion…
To make you wanting more…
Again and again…. until
you quiver in my hands –
Wanting release…
When you are
delirious with lust…
Moaning in
torment of the ecstasy…
I will make
you explode …
With flashes
of light - and fiery spasms of pleasure….
That cascade
within you…
Seeking the
flow of my wetness to be extinguished.
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