as we continue to enjoy each other's company...
Swimming in his mind glass sea
Which we often do, at leisure
Beckoning him right into me.
Drawing from our memories
Bringing in all friends to share
Touching wood and mammaries
Climactic moments, just us there.
For his enjoyment, pushing forth
Some friend atop, astride his rod.
Time it is that now she comes
As he lets go, I give the nod.
Letting him control my dreams
A wonder to my picky mind
Lose my self in playful screams
Leave inner critic far behind.
Sensual the way I feel
All things dreamy, enigmatic
Languid is the sense appeal
That his voice makes automatic.
The toweling off after this swim
A cleansing moment of the fever
All these things are at our whim
Devotion to my story-weaver.
Poetry by Julie Zerbe
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Written on 2006-08-20 at 05:02
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Stories Woven
It loves my soul to give him pleasureSwimming in his mind glass sea
Which we often do, at leisure
Beckoning him right into me.
Drawing from our memories
Bringing in all friends to share
Touching wood and mammaries
Climactic moments, just us there.
For his enjoyment, pushing forth
Some friend atop, astride his rod.
Time it is that now she comes
As he lets go, I give the nod.
Letting him control my dreams
A wonder to my picky mind
Lose my self in playful screams
Leave inner critic far behind.
Sensual the way I feel
All things dreamy, enigmatic
Languid is the sense appeal
That his voice makes automatic.
The toweling off after this swim
A cleansing moment of the fever
All these things are at our whim
Devotion to my story-weaver.
Poetry by Julie Zerbe
Read 825 times
Written on 2006-08-20 at 05:02
Tags Love Internet Erotica
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