Erotic Interlude

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An interlude of erotic kind:

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Somehow we were at the office again. ( Collapse )

For Milady

I long for her, aching to my core to touch her,
to but rest my palm on the curve of her arm,
burning for the sweet perfection of her tender kisses.
She lifts me and sends my soul soaring,
casting me to the clouds,
and there leaves me wander,
uttering her name again and again,
vowing a lifetime of admiration,
adulation,
adoration.

I am not my own

She comes to me, my Butterfly, every fortnight’s Friday evening, and each Wednesday between.( Collapse )