La Petite Mort The rain tickled me seductively... Tried to steal my attention away... My eyes covetously chased her... Her impeccably sculpted curves drenched me... Into a flooding lust that enticed me... Unleashing an intrepid passion... I watched her walk to me... Her body filled with a million delicacies... Hungrily I anticipated the moment... When it deluged into me... I was warm, ready to imbibe... The precious pleasures she carried covertly... Her navel, shyly hiding behind... The wet, thin, blue satin dragged me... To pounce on her and sip the juices... Of the soul conquering pristine desire... That she cherished under her drapes... My eyes envied the naughty little droplets... That kissed her lips passionately... Rolling down her neck, And over her ripest fruits... My appetite amplified... She walked forward, Her ever delicious body emanating... A fragrance accentuated by the rain... She came to embrace my intense ardor... Drowning me into a quicksand... Of unquenchable thirst... Her wet hair teased my sheer voracity, To drink her love and cloy... My avarice to respire the oozing beauty, And the honest craving that her mammilla revealed... Even through those lucky two layers of wet satin, That clung to her deliriously.... My body pleaded to powers unknown, That I could transform into the tiny little drops, That slid over her voluptuous body... My teeth bit against each other... Competing to nip her juicy derriere And nibble the luscious secrets in her inguina... Her physically alluring self reached to me... Squeezed the leashed cravings out of me... My animal strength surged into her... Her drapes shed like autumn leaves... As she and me diffused to paradises unimaginable... My life, love and lust disenthralling into her... Overcome by the bacchanal and orgy... She squealed out of her oomphmatic self... The supreme sensuality that I hungrily kissed out of her...
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 10:09:12 +0000
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