I.
Passionate about passion
Craving for her presence
Reminiscing every minute
Loving all of it!
II.
Gently
she kisses him
but with so much passion
Electrifying
her kiss starts an
impulse that runs through
His body
so pefect she's kissing it
and licking it good
Real good
that every damn thing
fades.
III.
Last night I dreamed
of us
A veiled woman called Magdalen
and me
Making love passionately
so hot
Our perspires and oils
bathe us
Lubricating our bodies
and our souls
For that climax we always
seem to want.
why i blog when no one's reading
- dave aL
- this is my 2-year-old tribute to both the lonely streets and the crowded parties of the world wide web. some will find my thoughts enlightening, some disturbing, some intriguing, some meaningless. perhaps some will find them like empty shout-outs to people who are never there. perhaps nobody will even read my blog. but this is my message in a bottle... dreaming somewhere, a soul finds it docked at a sacred shore... well, of course, it can just be easily lost like junk in cyberspace...
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