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September 16, 2008 § 3 Comments

She wants to smell honey and vanilla.

She wants to let her fingertips stretch wide.

She wants to see.

She wants to know what is beneath her.

She wants to know who is keeping her a secret.

She wants to know the face that keeps her in the dark.

She wants to feel the familiar breath against her neck.

Wondering and falling.

She wants to feel his talented hands.

She wants to feel his tongue dancing in her and on her.

She wants his imagination.

She wants his taste in her mouth.

She wants her strings to come loose.

She wants to hear her moans escaping from her lips.

She wants to hear her corset snap at the pressure.

She wants to see her perfectly red lips smudge.

She wants to hear him command her.

She wants to hear the sounds of his hands hit her wooden flesh.

She wants his passion.

She wants orgasms bursting along her spine.

She wants to hear him yell.

She wants to hear her feet tiptoe across the floor boards.

She wants to hear the flicker of the candles.

She wants to hear glass crashing to the floor.

She wants his words whispering.

She wants his all.

She wants to know who she is.

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