
The hint of her arousal sets my desire aflame
I can taste her already on my lips
My mouth waters at the thought of her damp
Dripping slowly, drop and drip upon my tongue
Licking up, around, once again and down
Gather juices to swallow and become drunk.
Let me in my drunken state become one with her
Our bodies swaying back and forth
Up and down like the tides
Or the crowd at 2am on Bourbon Street
Moving in syncopated staccato
I am only sated by her fluids
Bathe me in her anointed oils
Shower me in shallow satisfactions
I swim in her swallowed secretions
Breathing in sweet scented air
Open wide, grinding sensations
Her moans, symphony sounding in my ears
Screams in consonant harmony
As we reach the summit of pleasure
Sweet home Savannah
You are my destination
My deity destiny
You are where I want to be
With whom I wish
Come away with me
Let us go home
My one
Desired
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Stuart, your writing is bold and evocative, with an intensity that pulls the reader into the moment. The way you blend physicality and longing is striking.
Much love,
David
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Thank you David! That is a huge compliment coming from you.
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