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citizenx Member
since 2001-07-31
Posts 189motorcade |
The sun shimmers off the sunroof cars neatly packed in the Saharan lot, I close my eyes, tripping through its lanes of vehicles all burning the light so focused it is almost soluble. Everywhere the summer shoppers bustle in hives of activity. One corner however, remains dormant light is impenetrable beyond its bead curtains. The side door is left a jar for the faint of heart, for those who wish not to advertise their cardinal appetite Skin magazines all peak in their shelves, The firm filled leather trousers of the female shop owner sleeks in the darkness, whisperings its illicit promise. Stepping to the beat of a silent climax, I touched myself, fingers migrating Sweat upon my brow. My parched tongue Cries… for saliva from her drenched mouth, feed me Aphrodite elixir. It is so hot in here, on these city strip lights illuminating enclosed societies, I scan the pages of tabloid soft core promises, crawling across the underbelly of young debauched Jordan. I touched myself, rubbing my face from its half stung daze to gaze into her eyes in passing. The sweetest pleasures never last as long as we desire. |
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citizenx Member
since 2001-07-31
Posts 189motorcade |
I did a little editing to this one. WOuld really appreciate input into this. -------------- Passage through Pornography The sun shimmers off the car rooftops all neatly packed in the Saharan lot, Tripping through its lanes of vehicles all burning. Daylight so focused it is soluble. Everywhere the summer shoppers bustle in hives of activity, One corner however remains dormant light is impenetrable beyond its bead curtains. The firm filled leather trousers of the female shop owner sleeks in the darkness, whispering illicit bliss. Skin magazines all peak in their shelves. Stepping to the beat of a silent climax, I touch myself, fingers migrating from a sweat covered brow. It is so hot in here. Beneath the strip light, my parched tongue cries for an Aphrodite elixir from her voluptuous lips. It is so hot, under a strip light illuminated society. I scan the pages of tabloid soft core promises, read daily by all the family, and I dream I am crawling through the seedy underbelly of young debauched Jordan. I touch myself, rubbing my face from its half stung daze, to gaze upon her eyes in passing. The sweetest pleasures never last, as long as we desire. |
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