
Wanton wonder restlessly resides
between parted thighs
His fervor fondles
her desire’s saline drips
Intoxicated by illusions
of strained ecstasy
Seen in visions of her
sorrow-stained garnet lips
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Wanton wonder restlessly resides
between parted thighs
His fervor fondles
her desire’s saline drips
Intoxicated by illusions
of strained ecstasy
Seen in visions of her
sorrow-stained garnet lips
Lovely
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Thank you, TJ!
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Great post 🙂
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Thank you.
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Your pen never fails to capture sensuality with a classical touch…
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Since I very rarely exercise subtlety in other areas of my life, I try to use it in my writing. Except for when I am being savage.
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I believe you know my affinity for both your savagery and subtlety.
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Laughs. I believe you have that affinity for most female writers that display those attributes.
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Wonderful 💖
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love the imagery of this, sounds like some sweet dreams to process.
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