Tuesday, April 26, 2011


I whispered your name again last night.
Screaming it inside my head, as I felt your hands intently caressing my flesh so willingly given to you.
Cold chills burning into me with every touch… an insurmountable weakness...
all for you.

I am consumed by haunting desire, to feel your skin beneath mine, your mouth possessing me, your soul enticing me to let go.

Tonight, once again I will scream your name as I succumb to your passion, unable to resist your hot skin pleading for my touch.
Pleasing you immeasurably with endless fulfillment of truth.

I am weak.

©2011 Garden Summerland

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