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Lady Pamela · 04-22-2010, 05:09 AM

Scents of Passion

We walk holding hands
In a garden that exists in our hearts
The rain keeps falling
And we get wet

My shirt is soaked with the falling drops
You could see through me
You could see through me as if I were naked
And you bring me closer to you

In your passioante embrace I feel your strength
Your breasts touch mine
Our bodies melt into one another
And I feel more wet on my rose

Your hand holds my breast tightly as you squeeze
You squeeze with the touch of a woman crying for love
And what I can do but visit your soul and mine
I fly in this love to the Heaven

You look through my soul and touch me deeper
My wet rose longs for your fingers
You unzip my trouser and you go inside
I feel the snow melting to become hot springs

I try to say I love you
But I can't
I just keep silent
This is how passion should feel

I am a bird on the trees
Soft and tender
I have to fly to show my beauty
I need to mate to become myself

I long for the dark nights
Where birds sleep in peace
They sleep on trees and find the warmth of love
All I know I just want you in me

You go down and take off my loose trouser
And you lay me softly on the bed of green grass
The red roses that surround us are like the maidens of desire
Who mate together every time it rains

As you strap on your strength and push it in me
I turn my head to the side
And just look at the red roses
Yours keep going in and out and I moan deeply

The red roses become like virgins touching themselves
They are young and fresh
And they touch each other and they giggle
I need to breath for yours is strong

I hear music playing as I feel the joy and pain of my passion
I hold you firmly with my hands and pierce your flesh with my red nails
Your blood flows on the soil
As you push harder I spread wider and wider

I am so desperate in this love
I come and my eyes see the gray sky
I turn my head and see the red roses watching me
I smile to this euphoria of the soul

Love is a silent touch
Love is the scent of passion
Love is the ancient song
Love is the freedom

The freedom to be a woman
The freedom to love another woman
And just be
Just be

04-22-2010, 05:09 AM	#1
Lady Pamela Senior Member How Do You Identify?: A Lady..Femme..Free Spirit with a touch of survivalist woman in me. Preferred Pronoun?: Spiritual Warrior..She Ra..Baby Doll, or anything close..ha! Relationship Status: In perfect love and perfect trust I believe that will be directed..for now Just friends in my life. Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Live in Utah but take trips to Arkansas. Plan to move there eventually. Posts: 2,579 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 11,073 Thanked 5,939 Times in 1,609 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	Scents of Passion We walk holding hands In a garden that exists in our hearts The rain keeps falling And we get wet My shirt is soaked with the falling drops You could see through me You could see through me as if I were naked And you bring me closer to you In your passioante embrace I feel your strength Your breasts touch mine Our bodies melt into one another And I feel more wet on my rose Your hand holds my breast tightly as you squeeze You squeeze with the touch of a woman crying for love And what I can do but visit your soul and mine I fly in this love to the Heaven You look through my soul and touch me deeper My wet rose longs for your fingers You unzip my trouser and you go inside I feel the snow melting to become hot springs I try to say I love you But I can't I just keep silent This is how passion should feel I am a bird on the trees Soft and tender I have to fly to show my beauty I need to mate to become myself I long for the dark nights Where birds sleep in peace They sleep on trees and find the warmth of love All I know I just want you in me You go down and take off my loose trouser And you lay me softly on the bed of green grass The red roses that surround us are like the maidens of desire Who mate together every time it rains As you strap on your strength and push it in me I turn my head to the side And just look at the red roses Yours keep going in and out and I moan deeply The red roses become like virgins touching themselves They are young and fresh And they touch each other and they giggle I need to breath for yours is strong I hear music playing as I feel the joy and pain of my passion I hold you firmly with my hands and pierce your flesh with my red nails Your blood flows on the soil As you push harder I spread wider and wider I am so desperate in this love I come and my eyes see the gray sky I turn my head and see the red roses watching me I smile to this euphoria of the soul Love is a silent touch Love is the scent of passion Love is the ancient song Love is the freedom The freedom to be a woman The freedom to love another woman And just be Just be __________________ Believe what people show you the first time. It will keep you in balance, and will show you truth! ~~ Author unknown ~~ When negative thoughts come to mind, Let them die stillborn. Speak and do posotive in any situation, And watch your dreams grow and flurish. If you can't say anything posotive, Zip it up. Do not give birth to that which you do not want to see grow. See it, Believe it, Own it, Have it! ~~ Lady Pamela ~~