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Passions Of The Quill part III: A Poets Kiss
Passions Of The Quill part III: A Poets Kiss Reason flows upon the wind as his eyes gaze upon the marvels of flesh. She leans back with hands as pillars to hold her aloft. Breast heaving with breath, rise and fall in rising desire, nipples harden slowly as if pressing forward to lips wanted kiss. The poet smiles. Her legs part widely knees to the heavens and there her fruit lies bare, glistening with sexual thick tears that drip upon alabastor sheets. Pink pedals unfold slowly as blood pounds a pulsating rythm within. Heat radiates upon inner thigh, invitation, and anticipation. Her breath comes from deeper within and is felt as surly as touch. Her mind sees his caress and hips begin to move,<b> tantric </font></b>is the energy she thrust herself upon. Feeling the unseen, but craving more her breath becomes moans of need. The poet is felt. She shivers as physical pleasure breaks spiritual revelry, the silken touch of tongue begins its exploration of her entrenching ripe fruit. Intoxicated in his devouring kiss she cries for more. " Heaven she has found as her hips move to his forbidden kiss, inside she swells with orgasmic bliss. Suprise and rapture tears beyond need, his lips suck in clit as tongue flickers upon that pleasure seed. You feel orgasm erupt as sensations become hyper aware, tired in release juices cool to exposed air." She smiles in content and looks up at the oaken desk just beyond candles flame "Thank you sweet poet" He smiles a knowing smile with quill in hand title is put to page: "A Poets Kiss." Stars upon Stars.. |
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I just love when heaven is found, its just a yummy sexy place to be!
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I just love when heaven is found, its just a yummy sexy place to be! Stars upon Stars..
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Master is title I shall ner claim, I am but a small rose in a garden of irises, sweet Juliet to know that thee take in the pollen to my blooming litany and bring it to thine own garden, causes me to flush crimson. Humbled am I in such praise. Thank you. Kisses and Roses, Stars upon Stars, ~W~ Stars upon Stars..
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