Sat, 8 December 2007
I'd take you there on the warmest of days The sand of the beach upon which we would play In that moment, genuflect, as if in worship Existing only to witness your receipt of full pleasure If it were I, I'd tender your womanhood with no less than A thousand gentle lashes from the warmth of my tongue The intensity of which would consume you and your Moans would echo loudly, the words of a song only You and I would understand.. The gentle aura would be as if forever Your legs would spread as if the wings of angels The rush of your waters so strong but not A drop of your essence would spill My stay between your wings lasting long Long enough to know each hair of your Womanhood, by name. If it were I, I'd watch from the corner of my eye even As the anklet rolled South, the moment Of finding your rhythm, an orgasm to take You high it would be as if your feet touched The bottom of the clouds... The gentle lashes now too much to bear You become mine, the waters now overflow And meeting the rays of the sun, A small rainbow will begin to form My desire now at it's greatest The longing for you at it's peak For your tenderness has given me Strength and vigor, I'd take you And plunging deep within your walls, So powerful and strong my thrusts Would bury you in the sand... Damn! But only if it were I... And You.
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