Deja-Who?

To look at such beauty
Are the rewards of all times?
To finally see you, my princess
To finally drink my wine…
Yes, you wish for me to drink from you
Taste your lips…
Taste of the far away times
I embrace you within my arms
Such gracefulness…!
Such charm…!
She invites me even more to drink
From her lecherous lips
My hand gently touches her face
And slides to her neck
Her eyes open
With a look, she drops the fence
She feels a familiar feeling
That she yearns from long ago
He begins to tease her neck
With moisten lips, real slow…
Breathing becomes more intense
She bears her neck to him ever more
A vampire thirst, heaven sent
He gently slides his hand down her shoulder
Bearing more flesh
He pull’s her even closer
For he feels lecherous
He slides his hand even more
Bearing a nipple from her dress
Her breathing becoming more intense
She slides her dress down
Exposing both of her breast
She invites him to drink from them
To taste them, to suckle them
She moans, oh God…!
As he teases with his tongue…
She feels the urge to grab him
His lips entice her even more
Not yet wanting her to come…!
The dress finally falls to the floor
He takes a moment to look at her
Amuse he is
She unlocks her self, and welcomes him
Thru her heavens door…
Moans become songs of whales
-Intense feelings…
-Clutching with nails…
Yes, hands in motion feeling land!
His hand slides teasingly around, her inner thigh
Gently touching her flower…
She visions this tent in the sand…!
She takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes…
He began to slide down her…
Slide, slide…
She begins to feel that she’s in this tent
Soft silk, beneath her flesh…
Open her eyes again to moan…
As he drinks from her Nile
Thrust her head back with a deep breath
Gold…!
Gems…!
A Pharaoh headdress…!
Who am I becoming…?
I can taste his flesh!
She opens her eyes…
And reaches for his phallus!
She kneels before him
For she worships his blade…
She welcomes it with her lips
With a taste that she craves
She opens her eyes again
And sees another face
Who is this man?
That I taste…!
They lie down in a flower garden
Feelings are over whelmed
Songs of the whales…
Are starting to get loud!
She welcomes him with total desire
He looks into her eyes…
Just before he thrust his fire
You could almost see a tear
From an angels cry…
He gently thrust her
To each moan she makes
For each thrust he gave her
Her vision became clearer
Just before she came
For she knew now who he and she was
She can finally let go
And feel love from above
She found her twin soul
The one
Her true love…

What time are we from, and who's time are we on?
Could it ever be that we feel each other from eternity? Or could it be that the sand are not that far away, from the hand...?