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The Secret, that had to BE.
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Pedestals. intentions,
turn into
kisses.
i can smell her
on me,
a sweetness.
remembering,
our hands
that held each other,
swimming in the length of her
the taste inside,
was warm, like pleasure.
seeking fulfillment
in that form of control,
in the way that she
tempts herself,
she's losing it all.
watching her, i crawl in
further,
edible hips push outward,
i feel the shape
of a smile
upon my lips,
i remove her cover
she's naked,
tall, and
arousing.
her beautiful brown eyes,
are so light, that
you can see the emotion in them
hidden, yet defenseless,
through windows of a soul,
in my peering reflection,
she pauses, unsure,
of the ring on her finger.
is a worried reminder.
my tongue on her flesh,
a persistent excitement,
of subtle inclinations,
and sensual validity.
in here and now moments,
we call this lust, yet, love,
and all of the above,
is squandered,
these thoughts hold merit,
but only to be dismissed,
the instant my hands,
crossed her smooth definitions,
she,
shot down, in flames
and ignited from within,
her passionate inhibitions,
till ashes were all that lay
to be blown away,
on the winds of freedom,
burst out from inside,
a sigh,
in the intimate release
a long winded,
off of my chest,
exhaled breath,
much deeper than connections.
immortalized
in my thoughts,
the image of reply,
i kiss her soft good-byes,
and i watch her
walk away,
[happy
and
satisfied]
