Sun, 04/22/2018 - 17:41 -- llyberg

Sweet heart o’ mine, hear my yearning pleastaring into your star struck eyesgive me absolute hope, set my soul freeto soar high in clouded lapis sky.


 I pause to reflect with cunning devisemy secret plot to get what I seekdear love, I create an artful disguisePraying for your curiosity to pique.


 Coming closer still, your hot breath on my cheekmy full red lips poised, anxious, and readyas my heart flutters, trembles and knees go weakyour male scent assaults me, intoxicating and heady.


 Alas! an orgasmic end of enticing hot blissas our tongues throb and leap from the stolen kiss.


©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg


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