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Shrapnel of Loving Ideas
Shrapnel of Loving Ideas Shrapnel of Loving Ideas When my mind is idling My mind so easy turns to you They are only thoughts And as thoughts only fragments They drift and burst A shrapnel of loving ideas As if glimpses through a photo<b> album </font></b>The pages turned so quickly All which is imparted A sensation of an image Triggering a fleeting memory A sea mist dissolving And curling over prow of a ship Shaped and reshaping The line of your leg in a black leather boot How you are sprawled out And unconscious of my presence Busy with your own thoughts Till I drop down beside you and nuzzle at The peach fur hair upon nape of your neck A tickling brushing sensual feathered kiss Lifting the skin and feeling your heat As my lips enquiring lightly press down And now your stir and turn A sparkling glitter to those eyes A cat seeing a bird in the garden A footballer turning for goal And your hand upon my head curls Drawing my lips to your own To taste and kiss and lick To suck on individual lip As the heat blossoming grows Then shifting thoughts Of my hand in a proprietary move Traces the curve of your buttocks Fingers along the edge of the crease And you defiantly staring back Can read your thoughts Is there something you like Do you sense my heated power And you stretch all limbs and grins A sensuous unveiling of sexuality This is me you are stating I am alive and free and hungry And in my chest I feel it fill With a boundless expression of want A passion and desire kindled To taste and explore and engage In a dance of hungry loving A shared chorus of groans and moans To tangle myself up in your arms And to tangle you in mine And to celebrate the rushing glow Of shuddering effusive orgasm Then to lean into one another Gathering up our breath Recovering the energy so quickly dissipated As fingertips idly teasing Swirl and stroke and caressing Keep us constantly on simmer And make us turn our thoughts To the performance of an encore Before my thoughts again lapse Fall into and upon themselves These scraps the fuel to keep me moving Till we are again in the midst of tumultuous loving. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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do I need to get you two a room and yes, the dynamic of the right person, right time, right place....and right mind set.....should make it explosive.....and be strengthening not corrosive. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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Tumultuous loving sounds so explosive and dynamic. ......and interesting you chose that line, for it was the primary line I changed as I typed it down, and before hitting "POST", changed from "heated" to tumultuous.....even if tumultuous seems to require a line all to itself Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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