Feel not the strength of my force but the depth of my passion. Feel me as I pull you under the air pulled from your lungs as I circle your body. Feel me as you sink further in, your eye’s lost in mine as I create a cyclone of desire. Feel me as I devour your soul in one single wave of ecstasy. Feel me as I wrap myself around your body, feel me as excitement builds, Feel me as my energy rises, Fell me as my strength recovers, Feel me as I explode against you in orgasmic rush. Feel the depth of my passion as I pull you under.
Happiness comes in many hues Arboured within the heart. Pensive need slaving for lust Passion ignites upon the whispers of Your voice. Beyond miles, Insistent pounding within, an echo, Rhythm beating in Time to yours. Heart whispering secrets by Day, by night telling me I Am Yours. Can I kiss you, caress you And devour the essence of your passion? Reality is dispersed in my fantasies Lost in love, in lust, in need I am Open, my soul embracing the Seconds we are together. Love, lust, longing, Only you my soul see’s Veering to a halt Evermore. My love, Eternal.
Let me fall into pools of darkness kissed by golden rays of the falling sun and peer momentarily into your soul. Stroke your fingers across the soft curve of my neck, feel the delicate essence of my porcelain skin beneath your wandering Hands as you grasp me within your hold. Pull me into your torso let me feel the beating of your heart as your arms press into me and your lips search for the tender kisses that fall between carnal need, between abandonment between love and lust and desirous want. Hold me, tight, within the realm of always, whilst our bodies merge, and our lips search and our tongues explore the taste of one another’s souls.
A tune so subtle, melodious energy igniting in each note, Twirling a tango, Willing a waltz the clumsy stepping of my whimsical soul, bells ringing to Pans beat. A rhythm of ancient telling Lust rising, love swelling. And his soul knows my tune, whistles a perfect song Plays my body like a flute, fingers teasing, Lips caressing, tongue defining… And he is the drummer My skin, his instrument He beats in rapid strokes A deep chorus of pleasure Spilling across atoms.. And he is the saxophone songs of old dancing among raindrops as the moon kisses my skin… And he is the song the beat, the rhythm the silence the rise the fall… For he is the one that knows the ancient composition of my soul.. He is my symphony of love, my piano music Ebony and ivory in perfect unison.
… His words taste like the outer corners of lust, coveted by dark shadows. A curse of black mist rising in me. If I am the succubus then he is my master, puppeteering my desire, fingering my needs to his command. His touch is the black leather choker at my slender neck. His voice the liberating echo of passion that lubricates my strings….and in his eyes is the promise of a million kisses, each one new, deep, purposeful. Each kiss overflowing with lust, each kiss a binding promise of trust, each kiss an exchange of power… And if I am his succubus, a vessel of need then he is my master and from him alone I feed, for there in his kisses, his touch and his eyes, is an abundance of love filling my skies.