Monday, 25 September 2017

thoughts telling

 how delicious thoughts can run
on the precipice of exposing all that churns within.
a softness of thought
a passion searing hot
a soulful cry for a lover who knows to pamper and caress.
curves hungering for a never ending travel of fingers... wanting.
a hand...a palm pressed firm, cupping a 'womaness'
feeling its sweet need to surrender.
a pulsating heart
blood rushing to the brain
the need to lay
and allow...

how delicious thoughts can run
a faintness
a headiness
a desire so luscious 
a spreading of limbs...delicious be surrender.


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