lower limbs, creamy and inviting, whisper
in your secrets, kept within the folds of
untouchable deniability.
i've walked along the
lines of your hip bones and cheek bones,
the intricate details that
mark your masked, wanton spirit.
oh, say that you couldn't
envision me there,
bent down and knelt down,
writhing.
tell me that you wouldn't want
my hands along the insides of thighs and flesh which
rambleramble their desire and need.
crave me, and i will chop the throng.
let me wander along
the details that make up your sculpture.
allow the exploration of your innocence,
that sweet, supple succulence
that has me weak, weak, and wanting.
let the devourer become
the pinnacle of you.

11/29/2006

Posted on 11/29/2006
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