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Clouds are building, turn black with promise, teasing the ground yearning for rain, I dream......you sing through the wind, the rumble in your throat a caress to my skin, taunt and provoke ‘til I fall into your thrall, compelled to release every influence but your presence, take control of me, own me, expose me to your might, fill what I crave, you are what I need……
……skin drenched by rain, not a part of me left untouched, revelations in a dream transported into my conscious now, side by side, I stretch my limbs in the languid silence of the sated.
Sensual and fulfilling.
ReplyDelete"...sated" but with words, so alive
ReplyDeleteSo many people and places on the planet need re-hydration therapy. I know you will have yours Shadow.
ReplyDeleteFinding fulfillment/satisfaction in the dreamscape. May your thirst be quenched.
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay uh oh a storm??? if ennywun needs me i wil be hiding under the bed!!! ok bye
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