Moonlight, hot flames, my soul silently screaming your name
Connected, entwined, like tree roots growing wild and divine
Shaking like a an earthquake has hit the land, heart beating to the rhythm of a marching band.
Slowly take my hand, come with me to lover's land
Embrace my soul, touch my aura, caress my mind, see I am a special kind.
I don't want your body, give me your mind
I want to slow grind every part of your intellect
While sending orgasmic tremors down your spine, stroking deeply into your thoughts, making you mine
I feel you grip me tighter, as your body heaves
You try to fight me off, you can hardly breath
As I stroke deeper and deeper into the fibers of your soul
You are revealing deep secrets you thought would never be told
Insecurities, flaws I see them all, the feelings that you thought you once tamed
Naked and unashamed, in love with all that is you
As the climax of our energies collide, connected at the root, forever inside
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By Jennifer Allen3 years ago in Confessions
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