Read this..If you dare.

Well If You are new here. I write essays. Of dreams and things. They are of course not normal, Easy to read sleep inducing entries.This is a passionate dream.It brought me out of a dead sleep with clammy skin and a yearning..Interested? Read on. Not your cup of tea? Find another Diary 😉

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*I tip the cup—to lap you in.

Indulging in your acclination.

Smiling at you and grasping towards your imperviousness

I wrap my mane nearer..nearer

as I grasp, stroke,my mouth. slow like honey..

Further down.

Not in any hurry to witness my desire.

you close your eyes..with a delusive blindfold.

as I make my way,across my own personal canvas of desire.

Appropriately awakened

Warm to the touch.Moving toward my hands.

cheeks flushed.

I stir your desire.*

First a poem above to iclinate my mood : )

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I crawl over you, sleeping on your back. Under the covers I feel you. I touch you. Fingers, teeth, lips. I Tell you I want you but not like before.. No I have other things in mind.

I sit at your feet, running my hands up your legs. Locking my eyes on your gaze. So we know all I have in store.

I kiss you as my mouth goes further up up.

and I look at you as you notice I have nothing under my skirt. But you knew my plan. Such a devious plan. As I kissed your thiegh, your stomach, your neck.

I run my hands back upyour body and down again. You grasp me, fully knowing what you are doing. You tell me to just wait. YOu move your fingers the way I like it. Closer I get to making intelligible conversation..the more you rest your fingers, knowing full well How it makes my stomach clench in liquid fire.

But as you do so, I grasp. Move ever so slightly my fingers, so you ache as much as I do. I lean forward and lick your lips. You touch me faster..then slower as again i burn for you. Minutes past,and then an hour. Bringing my insides to a Loud Roar. You finally Make me talk..Inteligibly talk, broken, hedonistic tribal conversation. broken by kisses and fervent grasps.While i do the same. Resting in a nest of pillows.

As you quench my urge. Locked in gaze.

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That is it.

Adios.

and for him Tiamo Y quiero.