My desire

by unicorn   Oct 21, 2007


The mist floated from the sea
swaddling us in a blanket
white...damp..and cold
the wind caressed my naked skin
with icy fingers
but i did not feel
the autumn chill
all i feel is your lips against mine
your tongue stabbing me
everywhere with your heat
your skillful fingers aroused in me
such desires and longing unbearable
that my body ached in a way
i never dreamed possible...

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