My freshly showered body is encased in jasmine and rose scent,
Erect pink buds are dabbed with essence of peppermint.
I brush my long, dark mane, until it shines,
I wish to be alluring, for I have seduction on my mind.
I apply silver eye shadow, to adorn my eyes,
I paint my lips ruby red, while making kissy lips and I sigh.
I walk nude from the bathroom's mist,
I stalk you like a tigeress, craving your kiss.
I find you reclining on the couch, watching T.V.,
I stand in the shadows and at first you don't notice me.
Soon jasmine and rose scent comes wafting through the air,
You breath it in and then see me there.
I float towards you, like in a dream,
I hear the click of the remote control, then see the dark screen.
You hold out your arms, then pull me upon your knees,
I whisper," I am yours and you may do as you please!",
You claim my lips in a deep soul kiss,
The heat you inspire, creates a jasmine and rose mist.
I become so intoxicated by you, my powerful aphrodisiac,
Your maleness is turing me into a crazed nymphomaniac.
Your lips suck in pouty, pink peppermint peaks,
Your seeking fingertips caress my body, making me weak.
You stroke me like a pampered cat, as I cuddle closer for more,
You gladly comply, by doing what I adore.
You gently push me back until I recline,
Then you take complete control and slowly drive me out of my mind.
That's it, that's it...I'm putting in a spring right by my computer. I can't take anymore, now you've got all the guys with their tongues hanging out trying to match you when you know they can't. This write says so. Love and hugs, Bonnie
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I'm in a sweat here, a beautiful lather just reading this, I can smell all that jasmine and rose and see those "pink peppermint peaks"....all too much for me, and I love it!
John
OMG! A little CPR, please. I've having trouble breathing.
There is no power that matches a beguiling woman "on the make." Suddenly, jasmine and rose has become my all-time favorite pheromone. And the music? A sensual instrumental that entices one to rhythmic passions. Too much, I see, for Robert (below) who is out shopping for a new laptop.
A sensual piece of literature, shorter but rivaling the Kama Sutra. And if you're gonna keep this up, send some of your "Southern" Comfort out West to the San Diego area, will ya?
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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Newfie hugs, Rose
Georg
This was SENSUAL AND WONDERFUL!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Don't you believe it! -gene.
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Love & peace be with you
William
I'm in a sweat here, a beautiful lather just reading this, I can smell all that jasmine and rose and see those "pink peppermint peaks"....all too much for me, and I love it!
John
There is no power that matches a beguiling woman "on the make." Suddenly, jasmine and rose has become my all-time favorite pheromone. And the music? A sensual instrumental that entices one to rhythmic passions. Too much, I see, for Robert (below) who is out shopping for a new laptop.
A sensual piece of literature, shorter but rivaling the Kama Sutra. And if you're gonna keep this up, send some of your "Southern" Comfort out West to the San Diego area, will ya?
In panting admiration,
Richard
This melted my laptop . . . had to type quickly to send this review.
Vous écrivez si joliment, et vous êtes très talentueux!!
Chaudes embrassades,
Lance
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