Perched at the edge
Of reason and will
The sweet morning sun
Giving spotlight
To the curves
That beckon you
Find me
Beneath thin fabric
Seek out
Your trembling
Oasis
Save yourself
And me
In me
Where your fingers
Pluck at sweet petals
Stretching them open
And sinking deep
Inside
For the gush
The rush
Of liquid ecstacy
Quenching
The desert of my
Longing
And
Inciting
Your ever present
Thirst
For more
Push me
To surrender
Until you are
Wrist deep
And I’m begging
For release
Or
Relief
Permission
Never granted
But taken in
A fountain
Erupting
Around
Your
Flesh
And bliss
Is given
His
Sanctuary
Your oasis
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Goodness…. ☺️ I love that I’m blushing and in love with this post!!! Miss you missy poo
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Thank you honey! Miss you too, maybe we can catch up tomorrow.
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Yesss id love that
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Reblogged this on Sensual Drift and commented:
lovely poem by Pushing our limits blog, you sure want to get lost in this oasis of pleasure 🙂
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Thank you sti much!
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I just want to crawl through a desert now just to get to that oasis…:) beautifully erotically penned…
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Thank you Philip!
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Dave Attell said that fisting isn’t ever romantic, but he should read your poetry.
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