I often wonder what it would feel like to have you inside of me. Would I lye in wonderment of the depth of your submergence? Would I tremble in amazement as to your seemingly endless filling capacity?
How would it feel, to have you inside of me?
May I compare it an addicts rush of serenity flowing fiercely through his veins? Or dare I compare it to the day that you let it all go, embraced God and became saved.
If I close my eyes I can see you and I entwined into one perfect being. In unison we would breathe, only exhaling to proceed, once again to touching each other in ways that only the Gods have the right to claim as their own.
Please, I need you to save me, I am drowning and can no longer find myself. Please help me. But no, My Love, it is not my Treasure Chest that I need you to impede it is not the delicate handling of my Precious Pearl that I desire and need.
My heart needs to be touched, my soul aroused, and my spirit resurrected. Only to rival but pale in comparison to the awakening of Lazarus.
My heart longs for the touch of man that can make my soul sing and spirit rejoice, conveying the message that there will be better days to come.
And then and only then will my Flood Gates open and my womanly nectar flow, as many times as infinity plus forever. Flowing with the force of The Mighty Amazon River herself.
But for now I can only dream of such things, I can only wonder of such amazements, And until I can have the pleasure of experiencing the very essence of who you are and all that you be.
I can only wonder what it would feel like to have you inside of my heart, my spirit, my soul. Making me often wonder...
