13 RAISON d ETRE there are many reasons why I write... and why I rhyme let me... number just... a little bit get... some of them for you. although adumbrated... in... me feeling some sort of way.... I so thirsty for the 1st to 13th ... count of them my raison detre. I to mount ... the ligaments extent of them climb the ladder of the lumbar... yes... through your very spine. I to so divinely touch... upon ALL of its appendages... I from beginning to end of your hairs to your fingertips! this being but one list... of many in the midst... of them... yet they but... 1... to indulge my fantasies...and 2... to divulge the bulge of me with the deluge of you. 3... I dipped in your river 4... I fallen and not unhappily... to this washing away of ALL my... mundane thoughts... by the 5th is this... calling away of yet still ALL these things... 6... for the seduction drawn away... no truths in the seemingly guilt ridden contents that I rid me of.... in that 7th... that lusts for thrusts the hope of I just once to thus be... caught in the quickening currents... from the 8th quarter my mind... I at the 9th fallen into the recklessness of your pool of darkness towards your... thickness... I inclined...so that by the... 10... you are unknowingly wet with the well known unruliness of my owned ugliness... in the grind... the 11th is... a tight grip that that would pull relentlessly... with my passion... fulfilling wants and needs... on bra strap... and panties... til thinly in the 12th of them... to... the unsnap and unclasp of them... against the skin... the 13... the grasp of them with these... digits of mine the spill of kisses from my lips...I to go to breast and hips then take of tongue... to inner thighs... up the front and down back at my... re-enact of me like mime you at the center of the nucleus of my reaction the reason why I write... my 1st lonely sight of you... I quite contrite... since once again being found at the beginning to the end. I sent in the seeking of that scent and drool... that pool of sweat from one anothers love from which both you can siphon... when we touch and such... for I to take tenderness from your gift. you to draw on the hard of me yes! that... sweet and yet bitter drip! if it is this... it is that cums for me... then let it be you swimming in these thoughts of I divined... you drowning so eternally... in the waters... of my prime. and know of a surety that you to me... are mine... and I... to you AM yours... you in I... I find now... in the grip me... this pen tip and then the nib of me... the hear of you... in the ear of me... in and of my truly... unruly... use... of time. Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014
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