Excerpt Seven
My apetites are sometimes ravenous....I want you to touch my
body in ways that I sometimes cannot utter....My
apprehension may arise from the fear that you will reject my
needs...Or find me too aggressive....I see myself beside
you, watching as you sleep serenely...Spent...Wishing I had
told you what I really wanted...Needed...
I envision uslovers...Our bodies nude, standing bonded in
hot embrace...My breasts touching yours...Our thighs
brushing softly...Flickering candles casting fleeting
shadows ....Your head leaning slightly and your lips
touching my shoulder...Teasing my neck...Your tongue
swirling gently, seeking my breast, moistening it...Your
lips drawing it in...Pulling...Releasing...And I moan
quietly in response as your hands press my hips to yours,
let go and press again in sensual rhythm...Wanting you to
tenderly urge me to lie back as your lips, on their journey
across the landscape of my body, lingeringly caress my
stomach...And explore the insides of my thighs until I beg
you to take me...And receive you with abandon....You slide
responsively on top of me and we become a passionate,
synchronized whole....
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