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To feel your weathered
hands upon my face
my neck, my hair
Your sensual gaze
upon me ....
To hear the rich baritone
of your speech
your language
Your romantic words flowing
like honey ....
To see your rugged beauty
handsome features
chiseled and proud
Your body so masculine
in movement ....
To taste your being
your soft lips
your sweet breath
Your very nectar
of life ....
To find divine grace
if but for a moment
within your embrace
Your very soul
beckoning mine ...
Calling to me ....
submit ......

by: _hottee