Consumption
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Nora Wilson
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His eyes draw me in,
Pulling me further into his intoxicating world;
He is a thing of beauty,
So pretty.
But. A man. All man.
His touch is settling and yet my heart;
It explodes.
We smile and lips part, mouths twitch;
Preparing to feast, on each other.
I am breathing in his love;
My lungs will almost certainly burst.
I am suffocating in the heat of his passion.
I consume him with my eyes;
His eyes darken and bodies connect.
He feeds me his warm breath.
Inhale. Inhale.
Fingers stroke skin, noses tease and dance together — they tango;
Tongues explore ears, necks, and eyelids;
Don’t forget the eyelids…
With each touch,
With every lustful, wanting gaze,
We are losing ourselves in each other.
Bodies grind and entwine,
Breathing quickens, then slows.
Legs part, water flows;
I am being spirited away…
Heaven is waiting — and so is he;
For he is my god.
And I, will worship.
**********
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Pulling me further into his intoxicating world;
He is a thing of beauty,
So pretty.
But. A man. All man.
His touch is settling and yet my heart;
It explodes.
We smile and lips part, mouths twitch;
Preparing to feast, on each other.
I am breathing in his love;
My lungs will almost certainly burst.
I am suffocating in the heat of his passion.
I consume him with my eyes;
His eyes darken and bodies connect.
He feeds me his warm breath.
Inhale. Inhale.
Fingers stroke skin, noses tease and dance together — they tango;
Tongues explore ears, necks, and eyelids;
Don’t forget the eyelids…
With each touch,
With every lustful, wanting gaze,
We are losing ourselves in each other.
Bodies grind and entwine,
Breathing quickens, then slows.
Legs part, water flows;
I am being spirited away…
Heaven is waiting — and so is he;
For he is my god.
And I, will worship.
**********
Enjoy more sex advice and tricks on my blog: teachazinc.blogspot.com
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