All day long
I'm feeling honeys dripping down my legs and throat
All day long I've had the feeling
Like I want to erupt and burst
It so happens sometimes that I carry a
weight which lives and throbs.
O my chest is
burning, raking, O my belly is in my heart.
Today was a day
of erotic provocation, morning, noon and night time now.
I love it like
a Rodin statue - It's like the surface is written in water, so shimmering and
delicate though made of stone, yet it looks like you could put your hand inside her translucency and enter another dimension through merging with her skin.
Also, I think they look like you, dear reader.
"We are woman's that's all overall)"
Well, the Kama sutra says that all women are beautiful but there are seven different types: The first type is like a Rodin statue, erotic and shimmering etc; then the seventh type is grotesquely obese and her breasts and belly smell of fish, but she is still beautiful.
"Well now I know in which way I have to grow)"
Also, I think they look like you, dear reader.
"We are woman's that's all overall)"
Well, the Kama sutra says that all women are beautiful but there are seven different types: The first type is like a Rodin statue, erotic and shimmering etc; then the seventh type is grotesquely obese and her breasts and belly smell of fish, but she is still beautiful.
"Well now I know in which way I have to grow)"
And on that note the storm abates and my bed
awaits, I am thankful that my Judo teacher with her lovely breasts and her well
toned hair didn't notice my throbbings and my heat. I was supposed to be groaning
and stretching and pumping and sweating anyway. The rest of the day there has
been no respite from this arousal. So much energy, blood and freedom; so much
empathy with my body, so much desire to make love in the forest, on a quiet
tram, so much desire for teasing and flirting in the heat of the night, like
eating cherries and their juice. Sucking their sweetness, all night long and their sourness, on my tongue.
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