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Jun 27, 2006 20:39
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Poetic Reply
treavorsaccount
June 28 2006, 02:18:06 UTC
So exquisite...
...the gentle aroma I take in
Always has been.
The sweetest gift to me.
The way I part my lips.
Passing over the tender skin.
The way I suddenly cease in anticipation.
It takes my breath away.
It's the purest gift to me.
It's my life.
Beauty beyond the skin.
I love to see it.
The way I move the breast.
As I run a finger along the rest.
My goosebumps.
Steamy beads rise to the skin.
When my lips touch that thigh.
I begin breathing roughly.
It's what I wish for.
Every taste to be mine.
I feel her flesh.
My fingers touch.
Lightly they push.
So I can feel her erupt.
I want her within.
And I will have her within.
If it's all I can do.
Then I reach for her again.
But this is not all.
It never has been.
I needed all breasts.
Not only hers.
I've been foolish in my gluttony.
Other breast I've tasted.
So I do not deserve hers anymore.
I do not deserve this nourishment she gives.
The gift of her warmth.
I must take it away from me.
For I deserve it not.
I have cheated.
Others breasts I find...
...beautiful.
I feel lost without the worth.
Without being worthy for my loves breast.
So I take it away.
I hold her.
There she is, clinging to my lips.
My hands around her bones
And she's beautiful in the way that makes me love her.
She's breathtaking.
Oh God, how I love Kentucky Fried Chicken....
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Re: Poetic Reply
diproclaminious
June 28 2006, 16:48:44 UTC
That was actually reasonably clever. How long did that take you?
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...the gentle aroma I take in
Always has been.
The sweetest gift to me.
The way I part my lips.
Passing over the tender skin.
The way I suddenly cease in anticipation.
It takes my breath away.
It's the purest gift to me.
It's my life.
Beauty beyond the skin.
I love to see it.
The way I move the breast.
As I run a finger along the rest.
My goosebumps.
Steamy beads rise to the skin.
When my lips touch that thigh.
I begin breathing roughly.
It's what I wish for.
Every taste to be mine.
I feel her flesh.
My fingers touch.
Lightly they push.
So I can feel her erupt.
I want her within.
And I will have her within.
If it's all I can do.
Then I reach for her again.
But this is not all.
It never has been.
I needed all breasts.
Not only hers.
I've been foolish in my gluttony.
Other breast I've tasted.
So I do not deserve hers anymore.
I do not deserve this nourishment she gives.
The gift of her warmth.
I must take it away from me.
For I deserve it not.
I have cheated.
Others breasts I find...
...beautiful.
I feel lost without the worth.
Without being worthy for my loves breast.
So I take it away.
I hold her.
There she is, clinging to my lips.
My hands around her bones
And she's beautiful in the way that makes me love her.
She's breathtaking.
Oh God, how I love Kentucky Fried Chicken....
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