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I envy the sun
That touches your soft face
That warms you
Wraps you
Removes care
My lips, my hands
I should be there

I envy the wind
That kisses your lovely cheek
That sings to you softly
Whispers in your ear
Brushes your hair
My lips, my hands
I should be there

Let your tears fall upon my shoulder.
Here is where they belong.
Not in a bottle, or on the floor of a lonely song.
Happy or sad, today's or tomorrow's.
Here is the place for your joys and sorrows.
Safe inside my arms, you will find a shirt, in need of salty stains.
Glorious salty badges, of joyous hearts and mornful pains.
These are the moments, when life flows by.
I am here for each tear that slips, from the corner of your eye.
Too many cast to fates fickle wind.
Never alone. No falls without end.
I am here to catch you time and again.

I long be that other part of true
To melt,
into you

To feel you, one with me
To mix,
blend,
be

Large warm hands
Brush delicate strands
Softly away from adored face
Pausing briefly
Finger tips kiss tender cheek
I want to see
Soft beautiful eyes, gazing back at me
See my eyes
Hear what they say
Watch them
As soft as the strands, falling sowly away
As fingers savor
Softly flowing hair
Inaudible sighs escape
Lips wishing they were there
Adored face, here in hand
Pleasures so complex
Only the heart comprehends
Such luxury
In a hand's simple kiss
Oh to spend hours
Just like this

Fingers interlaced
So simple
Sublime
A perfect joy
Near complete, divine

Just one piece missing
This tender kiss
Simple innocent
A soft caress
Now, perfect bliss.

Like a sculptured masterpiece, you stand perfectly still, and let the gallery lights pour over your beautiful motionless form. If this a were a gallery, I would be left speechless, wanting desperately to touch. Unable to trace each line and shadow. Unable to feel their wonderous flow slipping delightful under hungry fingertips. Thank God this is not a gallery. I can trace every delicate line, savor every luscious contour and each delicate texture. This is a masterpiece I can touch. A work of art I can help bring to life. I can feel you beginning to stir under gentle touch. My heart melts at the vision. I am but warm clay under your lovely hands. Should we begin making our own masterpiece together?

come lay down, let me ease tired muscles
warm strong hands to knead and caress
stretching tired worn tendons
allowing blood to flow and soothe aches
your lower back presents a problem
far to delicate for psychical manipulation
a softer approach is needed there
a warm penetrating massage perhaps
I have nothing more delicate than my lips
nothing so warm as my mouth
just lay there in repose
as a thousand warm kisses sink slowly
penetrating delicate flesh
deeper and deeper
each kiss warmer and warmer
can you feel as warm kisses reach deep inside
and the tension melts away?

Cum with me in Rome
Nero fiddled as Rome burned
If I fiddle, will you burn?


Maybe some island hopping
I have an extra lei, want to cum with?


If you cum, you have to do the dance.


Time for an Outback Adventure
Care to cum over and over down under?


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Sometimes it's ok

I so want a First Time

With The One

Always and Forever