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On a Warm Oregon October Afternoon...
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On a Warm Oregon October Afternoon... I could feel the warm sun on my face while sitting at the coffee shop...hear the sound of you riding up on that motorcycle...watching you throw your leg up and over the seat...I picture you with black leather chaps and a black leather jacket...I can smell the leather, the sweet smell of leather, I love that smell...your so handsome...your smile is melting my heart...your eyes, soft, yet hungry, stare right through me...as if you know my pussy is uncovered...unprotected...and wanting of a touch...I blush to myself...feeling as if you know...you know I'm watching your every move...that you can smell my musk from a pussy in need...I watch you walk by...I can hear the leather brush , your chaps hug strong muscular legs...and shows a hint of an ass that look so sexy, so firm and round I have to restrain from reaching out whilst you walk by...my trance is broken by your voice..."Nice Shoes"...my tummy flips flops...I had to think, was that comment meant for me?... my cheeks ached from the smile I couldn't conceal... it was for me...my eyes dropped to my feet... to look at the shiny black pumps that caught such a handsome stranger's attention...they shuffled as I beamed...ohhh I'm so glad I chose to wear them...my sexy pumps that made my thick legs look shapely and seductive in a innocent way...my calves looked full...and my ankles slim ...my tattoo looked beautiful like a wonderful piece of art displayed on my left ankle for him to admire...a blue heron in flight, it's wings wrapping around where I fantasize his hand would grab ...pulling me into his world... __________________ uniqueness is a gift... My blood is alive...with many voices that tells me...I am made of longing, Rilke Some women fear the fire Some women simply become it My blood is alive...with many voices that tell me...I am made of longing, |
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