If you were my body and we attained the perfect merge There'd be no ceasing to our grinding we'd feel the shifting of the Earth
Each swell of our flesh and retention of sweet love juices
Would potentially cause the perfect inevitable love infusion
I lay upon my pillow with my legs spread agate
Awaiting your manly presence saturated with liquid fate
There are sensations dancing over softness of my flesh
So primal is this experience the final sip allows refresh
Lying trembling from breast to thighs
Reviewing the intensity of the waves from our tide
We are renewed beyond our words reaching out with love still hands
My anticipation subdued until we next weave our sensual strands
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There will be no attempt on my behalf to define myself as that would prove futile-therefore I implore all to conclude as they read- develop opinions as thought is either evoked or repudiated- your choice
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