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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Nov 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.05.11.25.15455]] |
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I, audience; a mesmerized gaze as they treat me to their displays, look but no touch, Met with knowing brunette smile adjusting for comfort; we won't torture you too much. Silken mane flows against pillows as raven engages high then low, indelicate embrace, Low whistles and appreciations escape as darkfair consumer reverses them into place. Melting hand across peachblossom gated, newborn nymphyrines insatiated, they play, Symphonic sequentiae saturations across silken sapphiric sheet, wombed ephemerae. Au naturel, au femme; this is not meant for any him, but to explore the adore of she, For woman knows flowing flutterations that draw deepthroated nirvanae, Niagaran glee. Look in eyes of brighthaired maid says begin, come, join me within, to gemini sweetly, Soft, sensual giggle is met with anticipatory wiggle, ladyhowls announced indiscretely. Slipping, sliding, grasping, gliding; this is mater Gaea's artistry, a purified genesistine, Perhaps ancients would disagree with this convergence, but the emotions are pristine. Noctis flowed as fluid as the engagement, and come dawnwake the observer reclined, Absolutely intrigued by the images now kissed to the weary libidinoir of tempted mind. As they lay spent now enunioned in softique of one form, I caressed each, vous deux, Whispering a wish were it I as centrepiece of supple raptures once they were through. I gathered myself to depart; no sooner did I start as maidenhands touched my cheek, And four arms encased me in retreat to make les trois complete, fading into mystique. |