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~ Sunday, June 05, 2005
Your body pressed against mine, I can feel your desire, the hard tip of it pushing against my clothing. Your arms secured around me. Your lips parted as your tongue intertwines with your breath flicking ever so seductively at my ear. The depth of your eyes when your cock is fully inside me. The roughness of your hands as you caress my breasts. The grip of your passion as you guide my hips to your pleasure. The taste of your kiss after sweet loving words. The sweep of your hair across my chest. I long for you. I long for all those things and so much more. I want you. I want to feel the pressure of your tongue against my flesh. I want to feel your fingers outline my curves. I want to feel the deepness of our connection, the skipped heatbeat when you say hello. The thrill when you claim my love. The passion we can't resist. I want to feel the tweak of my nipples, the pressure of your hands encompassing and disbanding any coherent thoughts. I need you. I need the orgasm only you can create. I need the tightness of enfolding your cock inside me. I need the pleasure of rubbing against you all the right way. I need the explosive thoughts that I can't possibly love as deeply as I love you. I love you.
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