Waking to Passion
By StrmDncr
Waking to Passion Early morning and your essence permeates the room I breathe deeply, taking you in. Cool morning air washes over me And I come alive with blissful memories of passion Moments of fervent lover’s battle linger in thought No quarter given, nor expected Submission simultaneous Every nuance of rapture incendiary Moisture saturated arousal begins Thus my tender ministrations on male flesh To wake a sleeping giant from dreamy repose Reluctant, yet acquiescent Questing lips elicit languid response Growing bold in their southward trek Mapping hill and dale on hardening terrain Investigating the path to heavenly bliss Discovering that which I seek, I indulge Consuming my prey in ardent oblivion A ready banquet to indulge my senses And quench my deepest desires You come alive with blissful memories of passion Cool morning air washes over you I breathe deeply, taking you in Early morning and your essence permeates the room Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 03:59 PM PST, Pat Williams 18 • 0 • 16
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"Waking to Passion..."