Honeysuckle eyes that turn to Cherrywood when the light hits them right have me lost in a daze. The ring in your mouth does not make me have assumptions, but ideas. The smile and gaze that you throw at me has me reading into your essense. A woman of strength and of beauty, but also the embodiment of pure passion and sensuality. All aspects of you intrigue me, but none more thatn this. We are both water. Can we come together to create a force more powerful than raging rivers? Will you let me taste your waters as they flow down stream on my tongue? Will you ever deem it the time for me to push deep within the hidden cave beyond your lips? I wish to hear your moans as we explore beyond what we have. If only for one night, I want you to let go of your inhabitions and share it with me. I kiss you, you kiss me. There is no one else in this world but you and I. Passion, sensuality, lust, ecstasy. They are doors that we walk through to reach our singular purpose. A purpose only you and I know. Your eyes tell me more than you wish. That is why I know that you know our purpose, what we share. It is still possible to be friends after sharing a night of passion together. It will just be a guilty pleasure we share.
Reason for writing:
Number two in the series.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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