I dream of sex on the edges of eternity, like a ship at sea rocking on the waves my ocean of pleasure, falling over the edge of a mountain, powerful water flowing down to meet the pools of desire awaiting me, a rush crashes over the rapid heartbeat that accompanies me, slowly trickles the beauty of life over the rocks buried deep within the crevices of the dark core of earth where only the soul can survive the depths of exquisite ecstasy found between you and me, a dream so surreal yet so very profoundly real, an imagination of great expectations, floating on a cloud, a vision of lovers flying, falling through the heavens, a scream emits from the pleasures of pain that sustain the moments of shame for such devious delights found as the stars shine outward like beacons from the depths of night, a dreamy moon crests over me and you when together we collide like comets soaring through the galaxy our hunger feeds like beasts of passion on the power of life's resurrection - coveted by fascination, a fever leaving us ravenous for each other, I dream of sex, sex with you, in the light of day when everyone can see the sinful pleasures my mind delights in, a wicked wind caresses my breast as my heartbeat pounds against the visions of lust - I want you - I dream of sex - on the razor's edge, can you feel the howling calling for you I send - I dream of sex - lay with me and let your mind mingle like vines through the wrought iron gate opening to you, dream of sex me with you - you with me on the edges of forgotten fantasy....
The emotion of passion's can be read through each line and view you express, there is a dream within a dream as one is grasped into the highlites of yours...
a powerful and deep rooted sense of passion and desire. wonderful words to express our inner tantri need to please who we are with using our bodies to express our desire to have them.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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