Martha, at your behest... |
Ravage You Then In the void my mind... As a python, coils wrapped about its prey, the scent of you holds clear my way or perhaps an eagle and you the sky I freely within you fulfilling fly. Poor beggar 'neath the bridge was I groping your tender mercies nigh. The cheetah were I and gazelle are you chasing primal instinct ensues. ... In another life would I have ravaged you from the early moments and the all night through; the lion I was the lamb that you are voracious appetite as tall as the stars.... Naive the day I would feed that light to insatiable hunger the sensuous night and wanton devour your bodies being boundless energies your presence freeing. I would take my fill this perpetual dark to have the whole of your essence at heart my pulse would race to its highest of highs latent passions begun to thrive. I'd will my desires to usurp your form binding our bodies' nakedness warm deeply heaving the breadth of you in engulfed oblivion breathing your skin. Frantic my world as if lost and alone would strive for the mastery over your soul. The place of pleasures' most poignant state the direction I take as we undulate. I seize as my own what is yours to give a profound eternity in which to live and offer the climax you beg to recieve the heightened response of your groanig screams. That moment carefully sought to be reached exacted priceless endeavor achieved. Our heat and sweat be all that remain 'til o'er you again my ravage reign. |