As the darkness blankets the sky, as the approaching witching hour sings its silence, I long to worship and indulge you, to make love to you, to know the man who sets this restless ache, who leaves me craving always for just one more taste, who compels me to want nothing more than to coax and tease and entice his flesh to release the cream of his passion with the heated whispers of my own yearning, with butterfly kisses and the trails of this slick, eager tongue, with hands and fingers, lightly touching, possessing, stroking, with the searing velvet dripping its sweet liquid lust, with my hips gliding, back arching, legs entwining, with the tender grip of my violent desire, with all that I am, with everything you require.
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Beautifully written. Wonderful images in poetic words. Full of erotic longing – wonderful!
Sigh….
Oh yes! 🙂
I hope that you will find release for your longings.
BM
Yeah…. sigh.
I'm guessing that the hardest part for him is leaving you craving one more taste. I'm sure he finds it difficult to ever leave your arms.
To envelope you,
devour you,
consume you,
please you,
own you,
complete you.
again and again.
Until you beg me to stop.
Oh my, lovely longing, so loving, so luxurious..
with everything I require and need..
We seem to be sharing some of the same thoughts again.. As slowburn stated, poetic images of longing, wonderfully written…
slowburn: I can't thank you enough for such glowing praise…
Max and Spring Flower: I'm rather hoping your sighs are the longingly passionate variety…
Frenchy: Indeed gorgeous one!
BM: I hope for the very same. Thank you…
Adulterous Letch: I hope and wish this is the case for him. As for the craving, it invariably feels harder on me…
Anon: After being on the receiving end of such pleasure and worship, I suspect my pleas will be the kind urging you on…
Lady Dragonfly: Thank you so much, lovely.
1manview: I wonder if we're picking up each other's longings through the ether. Thank you once again for your generous words…