:: verbal ::

I admire your desire to keep quiet
Observe me in unrequited awe but i see you...
The butterflies dance high and in ceremonious fancy
Expecting nothing but we anticipate everything

Give in to the inevitable...for resisting my charm is useless
i am no hiccup...holding your breath won't make me go away
Exhale easy...smell the possible mixed with the could be and go...
Allow your nasal passages to be...still.

Entice you with idle conversation
Stimulate you with the click clack of qwerty keyboard stroke...
it goes long...and reaches deep...
Touching you without the physical is a skill set that only few boast

But see...this isn't about sex...
I offer you intimacy of my mind...
Discovering passages unhinged...
Relaxing in the comfort of good company

Exchanging the pleasurable
Enjoying the right now
slowly...but surely...give in cause...
I've been waiting to talk to you...


As you were.

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:: erotica # ??? ::

"get plenty"

sahara desert...that is what comes to mind
Most prefer to rewind time...but me...i'm pause
Whatever moments i have to relish in intimacy
I wanna blink and capture small snapshots of my being great and you being...yum.

I remember your perfume...less citrusy more ylang ylang
Breathing in intoxication and blinded by the sunshine of your smile...no teeth...still big.
Warm even...an invitation to return the volley and serve of "hello."

That was years ago...and rolling over to awaken your shoulder blades with my lips is everything...
Watching the liveliness roll into your eyelids as you fight sleep to give me love...you speak: "morning baby."
Light smile and knowing exchanges ensue...

So rather than take my time...
i place hands around your queendom to see you've been dreaming of pools....
Far be it for me to not let you finish your thought process...i can give you more knowledge

Your light protests are cute...but why are your legs opening wider?
That is an invitation to common sense and overstanding...
so if i multipy that by flipping the reciprocal...you rest comfortably on my face.

A feral groan emits from your throat...yeah you're awake now...
And in the process of saving a horse by riding my tongue...
Flood waters increase with reverberations throughout your body...
Pulsations between passion and you begging me to stop...eyes don't lie baby...

Pulling fitted sheets between fingers and adjusting rhythm...slowing the pace...i watch your mouth open but with no sounds...
Tight grip of my locks and visceral convulsions let me know what you couldn't say...to which i reply: "good morning."

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