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a planting of a harvest
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in spring
she came wild untamed warm sun spring rains plowed fields planting season in summer she bloomed growing thirsting for more desiring human touch & the hot sun in fall she was harvest picked plucked fondled tasted loved in winter she died shriveled dark gloomy waiting wanting spring to arrive |
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a Christmas rose
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| two virgins lying holding their breaths wanting desiring fearfully afraid of disappointing loving each other he slowly touches her round warm breasts circling her nipple hearing her soft moan he moves to kiss her warm sweet tender lips she says, I love you he says, I love you she pulls his silk hair closer to her lips saying, please take me he feels her sweet love a Christmas rose he says deliciously wet red sweet petals entrapping my love with heady fragrance forever & ever more |
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Words of Pleasure
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dark deep soulful eyes
flitting over my form causing my nipples to rise warming my passionate storm low voice whispering "hello" soothing my chaotic heart a 'come with me' said low suddenly I feel torn apart "you have a beautiful soul" hearing this said I sigh my desires needs his bold words of pleasure to hide my fears of loneliness sad tears of guilty needs hearing 'love me' I confess to him my wild desires feeds upon my inner sexual desires his smile overcomes my fears 'enjoy me' he starts my fires to enjoy his body so near 'oh cum for me sweet honey' his words feed my hungry pace his voice is full of sunny promises with a lasting grace 'loving you is so easy' I hear his voice declare my heart soars crazy by a simple compliment so fair |
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Fingertips
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| fingertips gently touch my face tracing my nose tracing my lips capturing them I kiss one by one five fingertips slowly fingertips travel down my shoulder to my breasts touching my left nipple tracing the oval tracing the hardness making me arch back to give better assess making me close my eyes fingertips touch my hallow between my breasts slowly gently moving to my right breasts circling the oval touching the nipple forming the hardness teasing taunting fingertips arching higher fingertips move slowly downwards touching my skin tracing my scar old and forgotten till now making me aware I am alive shivering with anticipation fingertips slowly move down to trace my navel slowly spreading over my skin to taunt me with delicate sensations of wants desires fingertips touching my core tracing taunting gently awakening my flush body more...... I want more than gently placed fingertips now I want you touching me with your lips your hot breath your quickening desire I want you to love me as only you do ... |
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Windy Rivers
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She loves
Open fields Velvet gloves Pussy bells Wide fans Red roses Warm sands Furry noses Plumb kittens Wet flowers Silk mittens Female power |
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All poems © 2000-2001
by Diana Cory. All Rights
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