provocative
Jan 30th, 2008 by admin
With a provocative rush, all dreariness of the mundane will diminish. I explode with a fusion, then collapse and quiver. I can see you are trembling with bliss. It is delectation, a thrill, something velvet and dirty. Juices are smeared and they taste naughty. I'm playful, you're filthy. Together we are salacious. I know it is more than tender, it is biting and furious. My desire is tempestuous and wild. I know this is not shocking, but it is spine tingling all the same. A play in seductive night time activity. It is sexy. I could never abate these wanton thoughts. Often I shiver to wonderland and back. A somewhat hot moment, that once I feel relief and then flushed, I continue to feel the blazing titillation. It is all too feverish, creating an incandescent burst of slippery stuff. You seem excited and overwhelmed. We are all spent and astounded within a rapturous dewy state. You still occupy me, however we are now all glistening. I hope to engage you as much as you engross me. I am forever indecent it seems. I usually dwell in an idyllic state, inhabit an arousing space called my world. Yet you seduce me to the point of crazy fascination. I know it is mucky, but what overrides is an infatuation. I relish in the inclination that your appetite will fuck around with me. We fool around with a burning intimacy that is visceral. Lay me. Screw me. I increased your desire, so now swell inside me and intensify me, charge me, and spike me with your impure thoughts. You have now left me messy and bare.