Alluring Whispers

I want you to feel me in every silence

I want you to look for me

among a thousand sounds...

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For in our alluring whispers

and the essence of my needs

you gracefully glide

sipping on my ravenous desire

slowly under the soft moonlight

as tipsy stars penetrate the night

Our foreplay so sensual

that juices slide

between your thighs

your own slip n' slide

Your pink bud

a hidden attraction

for my teeth

My tongue tracing

on your silky smooth skin

piercing slowly

feeding your deep cravings

between your glorious hips

raising your clit's brutal beats

until she bursts with life and pleasure

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Can my gentle soul

the velvet glove

that covers my fist

become raw unadulterated demanding passion?

Fueled by purity of purpose

and the wild that you crave?

Or,

Can my mild and tender spirit

Claim you body mind and spirit?

with the urgent passion you desire

Or,

Is this glorious paradox too hard to hold onto ?

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If strength is the capacity to endure great force or pressure

Then my gentle soul can be strong and strong can be pure