LUST (Remove filter)
A LOVERS EMBRACE
To feel her warm and gentle hand
upon your smiling face,
her tender loving caress is like
a sweet and soothing grace.
Teasing, as your fingers
trace a tantalizing trek
along her silken stockings
as you tenderly kiss her neck.
Gazing into enchanting eyes
so deep with dark desire,
whirling pools of life and lust,
dancing in dangerous fires.
A hint o...
Saturday 25th July 2015 1:46 pm
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