there is nothing more priceless
than a woman's fire, for the need of it
men have wept, begged, killed
it’s alright to be yourself with me
you don’t have to pretend innocence
or hold back your natural desires
a woman’s fire of sensual desire
is a beautiful thing to be envied
not despised as something dirty
or to be repressed and denied
you are a sensual woman, querida
full of the explosive passion for life
ravishingly hot with sexual fire
i will hold you tenderly, lovely one
in masculine arms strong enough
to fulfill your heated fantasies
my lips will kiss you with trailing fire
over all your most sensitive spots
until you are warmed on a cold night
until your skin flushes pink in the candlelight
i will pull the clip from your long hair
and caress it gently with my fingers
lift it to my face and inhale its sweet scent
there will be no modesty allowed
as i unwrap your gift of love slowly
each inch of your skin worshiped
for my eyes , hands, lips and tongue
will devour all the forbidden, hidden places
that ache for the touch of a gentle lover
your flower will bloom and unfold to me
let your hot sweet nectar flow like lava
as your fragrant lotus and gentle heart open
envelope me in the beauty of your woman’s fire
Falling to a rare sentinel illness and separated from her charges during a retrieval mission Xevera Nanay encounters the biggest threat to her survival but more importantly her autonomy when paramedic Michael Constantine recognizes and imprisons her
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Have mercy on a girl MAN!!
Love Tinka
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What words! such passionate thoughts and a captivating poem.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"