Oh, Lordy, Lordy! What are all these questions about caressive poisons awakening trembling fires and seeping into tempestuous darkness and exposing vixens of prowess and heating my thirst and holding me captive by my pleasures of the flesh and driving my blood pressure off the chart fighting for control of my intimate needs in the face of stimulations of my hardcore urgency, seducing my arousals with lusting tempos embracing the truth of love?
Look! Up in the sky! It's my Romantic Poetess once again ravishing my euphoric embodiments, and I didn't even know I was unzipped!
I might have retained my memory of virginal days but for the sultry voice promising me everything even as she questioned what magic I held that stimulated her lecherous toxins to possess ownership of my withheld allurements.
And all the while she didn't realize the truth: Just ask me, Baby, and I'm all yours! I only ask in return the delight of seeping inside the tempestuous darkness of exotic forbade that you describe. That might be a memory of a lifetime for both of us, especially if I explored with lusting tempos.
Oh, Lordy, Lordy! Another Romantic Poetess? There's none to match Victoria McColley!
With admiration and respect, even as I tremble again in awesome wonder.
Lying in wait, waiting for the right movement, that rhythm to soar into complete abandon with arms wide open, "embracing the truth of love". You not only write with fire but you speak with it as well. Wonderful work, Victoria. Very blessed, prosperous, and happy new year!