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A Memory Of Layla

the opium den
smelled sweet, dank
rich overtones of persian perfume
soft singing voices lulled my senses

red. deep. soft.
the hum of our hearts
the rhythm of breath
i could feel her blood coursing through her
being, now.
in the moment.

as our fingertips meet
i feel everything in this world
i have everything in this world

and our drugged courtship begins.

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  • Galaxy2
    June 16, 2008

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    Oh my...
    that takes me to the dreanland of my fantasies...
    you and me in the opium den...
    lying naked
    I smell the fragrance of your bare limbs...
    emitting love and lust...
    and your soft ringing voice lulling my senses
    and I surrender to your erotic wishes...I can feel the red of your passionate heart
    your fingertips meet mine
    and you come on top of me...
    with all your naked beauty...
    with all your seductive charm...
    oh my...
    my body is so full of pleasure while you have me
    Eat me, my love!
    Eat me raw!
    Eat me whole!
    I'm all yours...

    Wet and wild kissess, honey!