Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Softly Broken...

Most welcome, the tone of barely audible rustling
With the night air softly broken, slumber-some layers of strata disburse
Pulse, ejaculates as the unbuckling of function becomes disengaged
With panic in every fingertip, and crippling shyness stuck to each palm
'He' disrobes in the dark, and I want to slide away from my own limbs
And watch him make love to my body.

What method, tonight, will he warmly subject me to...?
Submissive, succumbing to every naked move
The demeanor here is fluid, excitement of the senses are longing to burst.

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