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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Jul 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.15.16.44.3190]] |
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Shhhhhhhh... Not a word'as I lay you back on pillows scented with my perfume, one finger laid gently to your lips. My look says it all, catching your eyes and holding them, stripping you to your soul. Yes, you will touch me run your hands gone warm to hot over flesh sumptuous willing--- but not yet. My hair falls from pins, almost covers me breasts save for the arrogane of nipples gone sweet tight from your look. Sweet spider silk chestnut wonderment that I dangle and swirl and swish 10,000 tender whips to caress your chest. So close you can smell the jasmine and spices breath deep but you know better then to touch. You want to taste the carmillion red i lined these lips with pomegranate ripe for your kissing. A touch, one tender flick of a searching tongue and again i dance away your tiny moan a symphony to my ears. I am mother Eve, Salome, wicked Delilah the heated answer to your wish of a woman lush with juices, and I am the thrall of temptation as your flesh yields to me, rises to fill my need. I offer one breast like rare fruit, shudder as your lips take it the other...oh...now. I lie across you, molding my hips and begin to dance against the friction. Your need to take me is plain, but not yet. No. I will torment myself as much as I torment you and when we are gasping hard breathing something we have half forgotten, only then will I cover you, draw you into silky slippery satin. Oh fire me love, hip to hip eye to eye, so that when it takes you I will see it there, and revel in this: a completion so profound that we will both shout it and the angels shake for desire of what only mankind can know. |