The Prisoner of My Desire

I hide but I expose. I stay but I’m moving. I don’t look but I see. I hear but I don’t feel.

I anchor myself, but I completely let go.

My body has patience, my mind has arousal. I’m motionless while my soul crawls the air, searching what I long for.

The time is flying, but it stops with all the pores my skin can’t turn off…

The eternal emotions poke me on my submissive back…

My neck rumbles my impulsive thrill…

My ears fold, just to touch my breath’s sensitive motion …

My eyelids cuddle my shy eyeballs, in the dance of ruthless passion…

My nostrils fill up with the lust of the fast moving air…

My shaking hard hands clasp on the even harder steel…

My shoulders tremble at the touch of my heavy curious hair…

My all too wet tongue is gently caressing my desertified lips…

My heart is pounding forbidden pleasure throughout my body…

I’m waiting for myself to conquer my own desire…

Be the model


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