Midnight confessions of a ‘dame’ in great drought who wants to confess to your attractive lust
With fantasies reigning supreme as to how I would love to be loved by you
As we sleep in our birthday suits after an exhausting session, I wish to be aroused by being kissed in my ‘river mouth’
Oscillating between consciousness and unconsciousness as I wreathe in euphoria, kiss then you will in my mouth
Tasting and enmeshing the ‘glorious juices’, we linger with our slurping kisses
As your lips discover ‘every suppression and elevation’ of my contour, moan I will with blinding pleasure
Only to be flooded with orgasmic burst
When the beads of perspiration dew my voluptuous self, you steer your tumescence to my dark fissure
Where flesh gets glued…where the art of fornication defies rules
Engaged in blistering passion…tuning together in euphoric satisfaction, we dance till dawn.
My midnight confession is unraveled but still I am tossing in bed
Alone, with fantasies of some day to be….by you
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