Book of Desire, Art of the "Vocabulaire"

 Desire takes the cold night by surprise once again
Soaring like a solar flair through the brisk air of beyond...
Dipping and diving into the pool of sacred nothings...
Slipping and sliding into the fortress of the unknown
She craves for more...
More... DAMMIT MORE!!!
Mingle with her flesh of inhibition

Dream creator...
Goddess scribe of erotic fairytale fiction
Be mesmerized by her passionate sonata of charms and subtle
underlying tones
Be enchanted by her overture of blissfully cinematic diction
And understand that during those moments when you feel like your mind is playing tricks on you...
She plays triumphantly in her pleasure zone, while manifesting her wetness through your psychic jubilee
Through the tasty morsels of your impressionable visions...
Stare into her eyes while penetrating the heated thought that lies between her oppressed thighs
With each deep breath, she transforms the ice inside into a boiling whirlpool of syrup-ee affection
Slurp in her chants while she holds you in the forefront of her imagination
Gulp the fluidity that pours from her sensual interpretations,
And choke on her metaphoric verbalizations...
Feel that annoying feeling of love tug at your loins as she speaks galaxies into your sexual fantasies...
As she writes, she blends her artful, seductive sorcery into your aura
~*~Swirling pinks... the colors of cotton candy~*~
She melts in your mouth, leaving the sweet taste of intoxication
She's so, so soft and tender...
Stroking your ego eagerly with lips of pure persuasion
Delude in her plump-juiciness
Know that when you have the urge to fixate on something so deep...
It is within her lips that you will find true bliss
Imbedded in her kiss is the elixer of tenderness
Feel her legs quiver and shake from your pressure...
From your presence...
She will give into your demands,
But only if you touch the spot inside that transforms the moment
For, it is in your hands that holds the power to make her cry out in defeat...
Your mouth...
That makes her sweet plumeria flower swell and weep
Her fragrant melody floats through your 6th sense until you know not where you are...
Till you know not what you do...
Release inside of her moistened caverns
Decorate her inside parts with your serum
Watch her make love faces until you find your rhythm...
I promise you won't drown her river of sorrow,
But levitate in her succession...
Desire...
Phantom muse of wanton wishes...

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