Tempest
I long for the tempestuous storm in your touch,
As I gather up all my strength,
Before you come at me like a tornado.
You blow through my dreamy landscapes at a warped speed;
I should have heeded the warning.
Still I live for your rainfall,
The sinewy feel of the wet grass upon my skin wakes me up.
The beauty of your cloudy overcast skies lingers;
With those silk fingertips between my swollen thighs;
You stare right through me with those hollow eyes.
What does temptation demand of me?
You move far away so that I resist you.
Your brooding blue eyes push me away,
As I escape naughty nightmares.
What would it take?
2006-07-31
07:42:01
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wife of Ali Pasha
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