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artexeres
Over 90 days ago
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Phew a lot of you write amazingly, here goes i am better at rhyme.



If i lost the importance of sensitivity, would i not then lose touch with my heart, how then would it be possible to perceive your love?
How would i be aware that our love is a destination that is reached continuously and needs to be.

Without change our love cannot grow and without sensitivity we cannot change,
my awareness of your simplicity and sensitivity allowed me to recognize our love and getting to know you was the first step of self recognition.

By being who you are so soft, so sensual and oh so sensitive you taught me self control which has played a pivotal part in the success and truth of our love,
how to be aware of the motives of my desire, which was crucial in choosing which desire to pursue not just a shallow fleeting desire for pleasure.

For i have seen them that suffer pain to reap pleasure fighting with the conflicts within, like the danger and consequences of living while dreaming, sleep walking through life.

You taught me physical pleasure has to be frequent and repetitive yet being sensitive to our love would last forever and through this awesome show of sensitivity i found my souls mate, thank you.
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Quote by techgoddess
It has taken me awhile to get brave...but here goes nothing:

Home

Walking along an abandoned beach
I feel the cool grains of white sand.
They seem to melt beneath my feet

I watch the ice-cold, rippling water
Slowly wash away the shore;
Bits of shells roll back and forth
As the tide rushes in and out again.

From time to time the seagulls cry out,
As if to say, “This is our home!”

The sun shines yellow with a touch of red,
But still is not yet overhead.
The birds make faint shadows on the beach
As they glide through the aquamarine sky.

I extend my glance from shore to horizon
And catch a glimpse of a foam-capped wave.
The gulf air is strong, yet warm and misty,
With an ever-present scent of salt and sand,
While the waves continue to crash upon the shore.

As I walk towards you
I can almost see the sun
Burning away the mist and
Creating a blinding reflection on
The snow white sand.

Cold water splashes at my ankles now
While small abrasions experience a slight unpleasant burning.
I cannot help but let my body fall against you
And into this dark blue-green gulf water.

As we embrace and become one again,
I dream of staying with you
And never going home.

wow what an awesome read, phew it is splendid, thank you for sharing this.
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hello, i am new here and wish to introduse myself, i am a south african male and i hope that i may read and share moments with you all, have a great rest of the weekend and enjoy the moment, kind regards garth
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wow a good write, i know what you mean, how awesome they really are when all inhabitions melt and the wanton comes alive.
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ooohh i love to watch you dress
baby to me it ranks with the best
as you slowly slip your panties on
silky cunt wrapped in a thong
but it’s your jeans that really speak
as they cover your tight ass cheeks
i watch you as you leave for work
i admit it caused me to jerk
ooohh i know what the boys see
a camel toe that’s just for me
when you cum home i will set it free
Tell me softly but not too loud
whisper it to me that special sound
deep in your throat the sound emits
when i touch your sexy tits
running my hand across your breasts
your body reacts it does the rest
i know what to do when you want stick
It’s your bud that really quickens thick
with each slow and probing lick
as into sweet meat my cock does sink
I love the sound of soft wet pink
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The slightest shadow upon the wall a glimmer of movement that was all
The window open to let steam out we both know what this is about
I feel you more than see you there and i wonder what it is you wear
As neibours we have never spoke yet it is lust and sex that we evoke
I know you watch me in the morn i have seen your gorgeous sexy form
It’s the timing and the sounds you make that allow me to know it’s no mistake
I imagine you with legs apart i feel the quicken of my heart
i think of painted finger tips softly rubbing on your clit
panties pulled to the side inside sloppy fingers slide
your breathing quickens as you cum
these mind games we play are such fun