Morning (In company of woman)

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    Morning (In company of woman)

    Close 2 me....I feel your heartbeat.
    Can u feel mine?
    Can u feel me?

    Can u stay 2night, with me for a little while longer or until....morning?

    I'm excited by the way u look when we are with each other or see one another.

    Happy, 2 endure the reaction & 2 consume or devour the detection that one is compelled 2 feel when you are near.

    Intrigued by the voice, mind, eyes, movements & flesh of u as u stroke your hand against the face.

    The evening of a thought changes 2 a thought of...breakfast in bed for u & I.

    I need 2 belong....2 u, at least till morning, if u will.
    (2 be turned on by your touch).

    Come 2 me, let me engulf every inch of u as we freak each other. A kiss here, a kiss there, at least for an hour or so. (Some sexual healing).

    Let me be your rest & relaxation of your soul that is 2 be consumed 2night relieving some of that sexual tension, for this evening was a prophecy waiting 2 come..2 being.

    The scent of the room, so enigmatic the energy between us. Help ....me, darling....stay a little while longer, hang with me, at least till morning or till we can not take no more.

    Dismantle me, cause I'm everwanting all of u, all of your love, I can't hold back....anymore.

    I'm excited by the way u look when we are with each other, especially after we've been 2gether.

    Damn, U were insatiable. I'm glad that u are here, now we can sleep. See I asked u, u didn't say, look , its' morning.

    I smile as u dose off in my arms, as I kiss u on the head & let u know that I enjoyed your company, as always.

    I'll close my eyes, till... another evening.


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    chiana commented on Morning (In company of woman)

    02-25-2009

    very inviting and sensual

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    08/07/2009

    Thx love for the read u r appreciated.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

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