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On The Way Home |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
He’d been dreaming about her Every restless night for a week Exhausted every morning He carried her like a rock In his shirt pocket all day So when she slipped into his bed And he felt her there again He knew it was just another dream Until she tried to run her fingers Through his hair and it started pulling Afraid to open his eyes As if seeing her would make her Too real and gone again He lay there half hating her For making him want her so badly His want was obvious As a moan tried to escape She captured it with her lips to his And he could not feign ignore her anymore And gave in to whatever she wanted of him He knew her well enough to know This pleasure would not come without its pain Loving her like this always seemed worth it To feel like she was loving him too If even for a little while |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling) well now.... this certainly seems to speak on several levels.. that whole hair pulling thing makes me glad what little I have ( hair) is kept too short or shaved.. nice piece ma'am....not a direct continuation of the story line you started, but I see the ties. |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
(Smiling) I'm not nearly done I just wanted to give you enough to get your darn foot to quit tapping.LOL  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
oh~ I'm a real slave driver~~ on top of being impatient... LOL |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Yeah! (laughing) whip me, beat me, make me write poetry! |
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