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echos a womans sexually desires
By Deborah Richards
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Rated "R" by the Author.
A woman’s story
Every word that came from his lips was like everyday music that told a story, the movements of his lips called out to me, spelling my name, acknowledge was the truth of what I thought in my mind, and that moved him, becoming echoes to me, I cried out moments of sexually desires, sentiments explored the truth within me, and I was a slave to his words, his movements and moments of truth, a orgasm wrote a sentences, my state of mind increased, and that was my answer, my thought of more.
I shivered with wetness that sipped through me, hunger grew, pain indulged itself in my head, and time stood still,
Desire was more, as little did not display itself in my thought, my inner self swell through and through, possible tapped into my bed, with deepness of thunder that roared echo’s, and nothing more was my desire to claim him.
And this busted me in half.
A woman’s echo