Colours or stars we see when we rub our eyes
Sight without light entering our eyes
.
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So the story goes..
Thoughts that cum to mind when I hear these words;
Rapture
Heady blue eyes shine
with unbridled
rapture
"to make her scream"
is what he's after
bends to her ear,
Whispers,"Say my name"
bites her bottom lip,
"Sir!" her heart exclaims
Opulent
A single finger
travels down opulent hips
tanned skin kissed
by rays of the sun's own lips
breathes out such pleas,
perfect circumstance
tip to tip tongues, starts the dance
Moist
(loathsome, grrr, but it's one of those words)
Within my deepest fantasy lies
wanton lust,
heart desires
Moist lips
of rosy dusk filled secret sins
lock that knowledge tight,
deep therein
Viscous
With the fingers of Gods
he plunges into her deepest part
thrusting in time to each beat of her heart
Ripping from her, all that is true
The moment they laid eyes,
union sealed within her Blue
They both knew.... she was his,
not a single question
His to beckon.
....... to call forth.
.....................to take
—Never forsake
She was well versed in this dance of theirs.
Screaming confirmation of undulations culminating...
In answered prayers that
thankfully
fell on,
not so deaf ears
but.... it was his fingers...
Dripping with her sweetest nectar
viscous in all it's deliciousness
delicately favored of her soul
securing his,
forever hold
