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I crave…

Your melody: crashing against the still waters of my being;

Your crescendo: placing your fingers on the keys of my instrument, gracefully blurring every sound my keys will make.

Your delicately placed strokes on me: until my soul bursts aflame in the fire of your all-consuming hunger;

Your need to pull my hips toward your being: your provocative skill, plying me gently as I plead for release.

Your hand exploring my chasms: causing my soul to weep with the Lilies of the Valley;

Your mouth: partaking of my milk and honey; drinking every morsel, my body willingly delivers to you.

Your tongue: lapping, tasting, savoring, probing and willing my pearl to bare its luster.

Your mind: enveloping my mind; unwrapping all the gifts stored within.

Your desire to make me yours: your all-consuming kiss that pierces through me, body and soul.

Your appetite: for what I have will feed you; the depths of my being and my untouched reserves have yet to be tapped.

What is my desire?
You …


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