Eternally yours

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    Eternally yours

    Through the thickets of thorny past

    Treading on mounds of faded memories

    Infinite thoughts permeate and bring vivid reminders

    It is a time of times to let go

    Where winds of change suddenly blow

    And this cold chill that rattles my bones

    Has got to go

    Time for a new winter coat or better yet

    The heat from a fresh new body

    Who wouldn’t mind lying next to me

    Who wouldn’t mind setting me free?

    I lay awake, eyes closed

    I yearn to dream a dream of love

    Where warm soft lips caress the tips of

    All my aching flesh above

    My soul suffers and is hungry for affection

    So desperate and deserving of your full attention

    \How splendid to endure the intensity of your gaze

    Looking back with full understanding I’m ready to graze

    To converse with intelligence seems pointless but yet your words

    Spark an even wilder flame and I am ready to burn:

    Startling, how easy it is to undress and let you in

    Literally, let you slide your hard cock, tip first

    Just to test how wet you’ve made me with a mere thought

    Penetration, yes, sliding it in nice and slow, filling my pussy

    With your hard intoxicating cock, rocking me into a rhythm

    Where we sway all night locked in a tantric dance of eternal love.

    Spinning arabesques ,dizzying orgasms that remind me of ecstasy fulfilled.

    Poetry in motion, love making at its finest

    It is a form of frenzied passion filled with dirty, nasty innuendos and commands

    That even set the pace faster and explodes in cum fest of mutual creamery.

    I croon in your ear that I have you and that I am yours and you moan forcefully

    As you release the depths of your soul into my saturated cunt.

    You look at me as if I’ve cast a spell upon you

    I merely smile and kiss you like an insatiated feline

    Naked, exposed and extremely happy, lying next to you

    To be here in this moment, cherishing nothing but the smell of our bodies

    The vulnerability of our beating hearts running the gamut of timeless lovers.

    I am finally warm, in love, and I know now I never want to be without you...EVER

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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