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See Me See me when the last tourist leaves let me walk the silent dunes with you past shuddered beach houses and dry-docked johnboats stowed away Take me there to let me sit upon an almost silent beach with just the sound of surf and the sultry quiet tones of your voice in my ear Fill my vision with your smile a perfect face that seems to float against a backdrop of whitecaps churned up by a blue gray waves Show me why you love this place and as I glance from you to it describe for me the magic each spot has for you in memories Let me walk into your world and understand the beauty that you see in some faint trail up through a damp and sandy wash Can you share with me the beauty there and let me know the joy you've felt when seeing the result each year before the students show Perhaps you'll hold my hand and speak of joy or I may see excitement in your eyes as you describe those things to me before we kiss Young turtles on a sandy beach with my arms around your waist will make me want to see you in spring before the first tourist comes | ||||||||||||||||
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Raging Storm To love you as an angry wind, a raging monsoon striking at your senses wildly Each breath a chilling breeze across your flesh to sear your nerves and sensitize your skin A stare so captivating that it fills your gaze as lightning flashes in a darkened sky To love you as a hurricane ripping at your blouse to expose your heaving breasts Overpowering all your modesty to drive you mad seizing your soul within my grasp Engulfing you within torrential powers of my touch and my unleashed desires To love you as a roaring storm surge of passion sweeping you toward sensory collapse Evoking tears and moans of ecstasy that border on absolute despair A sexual tsunami lifting you beyond the clouds to a new climactic apex To love you as a tornado wind spinning your ache and need within a terrible vortex A shuddering gasp as bitten lips and shaking fingers mark your complete release Your pulse heard in the silence tells you that you have calmed my storm to tranquil peace | If you are willing to stay engaged in your world | ||||||||||||||||
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You Read Oh the moon, the clear, black, late summer sky and you, that's all I want. To be on a secluded redwood deck so I can enjoy all the goodness of your love under starlit skies. A place where just the crickets are close enough to accompany the whimpers, moans and low, sensual sounds that you release as I seek to please you with no regard for my own release. Just taking total joy from turning you completely out. Perhaps I'll have you read to me, yes the book light offers enough glow for you to see the pages filled with loving poetry. You pick the verse and I will suck your toes, each one in turn, my tongue running over the sole and arch of each foot even as my fingers tease your inner thighs. Late summer is a special time, the temperature is cool enough to raise goosebumps on your skin, or is that me? You won't admit so soon that I am getting to you as you read. Yes, the poetry sounds good or is it just your voice that I enjoy? The loose fabric of your open gown provides a respite from the midnight breeze. You can not see me in the darkness, but there is no denying that I make my presence known for sure. Each kiss and bite and touch is teasing at your soul. I want to play and you are my most special toy tonight. Kisses there that seem to find each fine hair upon your legs, and reach beyond the nerves connected to your soul. But you must read, even as your fingers shake a bit. It pleases me to hear your voice. and words so soft they speak of love and sensuality. It turns me on, but not enough to speed me up to that place where you really want to feel. The words come harder now. A poem of raw sex conjures phrases that you never use. I listen and respond as you say "suck me" and then I taunt you even more when you read "f--- me," as your voice breaks a bit and echoes on the coolness of the summer sky. And you know I will not rush my task for my desire is solely to enjoy your taste even I try and let you feel more than you have felt and so you read. The cricket sounds continue chirping, chirping, all across the yard, as a quiver shakes your voice, and a deep sigh stills your words. You feel my teeth nipping there against the fullness of your inner thigh and then you hear me say to you to read . For this is what I want of you, your feelings and your culture, and your soul. Even as I savor and devour the passion of your sexuality and stake a claim to ownership of all the most important parts of you. And as your body lusts for more of me, your mind begins to follow suit. Each inch upward toward your sex moves me miles closer to your soul and so you read. The poems come alive for you. They grip your body as you feel my warm breath moving where you've wanted me. Am I just teasing you as small droplets of sweat and more begin to flow and I move closer still to want you really want to feel. Your hands are gripping at the book. Your words are choked by labored breaths, the crickets sing and you are sighing as I settle in with gentle licks and kisses there to soothe you now. And as I move there tenderly, you come to finally understand just all that's really there upon my mind. That even as I please you now, and will not rush to find release I want to hear you please me too. And so with that in mind you read. | ||||||||||||||||
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