long distance
By shalahs
Too long a time since I lasttapped your well of passion-musked oilsthe insatiable scent of lust-driven toilwhose drips lickable, the sweet sweatof hearts so close but yetDistanced by time of spacewhich a mortal’s pace can never dream to facebut rather chase in desperationseeking remembered stimulationspenetrations of mental and carnal forminhibitions torn, opened wildlywhile reason lay idly bynot even to release a sighbut silently allow passion of the fleshrule the restSo now I do my best to regain composurewithout the constant exposure neededto quench parched lipsto ease frail tipsdry from lack of you Written March 1st, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 10:05 AM PST 20 • 0 • 8
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"Too long a time since I lasttapped your well of passion-musked oilsthe insatiable scent of lust-driven toilwhose drips lickable, the sweet sweatof hearts so close but yetDistanced by time of spacewhich a mortal’s pace can never dream to facebut rather chase in desperationseeking remembered stimulationspenetrations of mental and carnal forminhibitions torn, opened wildlywhile reason lay idly bynot even to release a sighbut silently allow passion of the fleshrule the restSo now I do my best to regain composurewithout the constant exposure neededto quench parched lipsto ease frail tipsdry from lack of you..."