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How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch
Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs
Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
Join Date: Sep 2013
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Written in 2005
She says, I want to feel you,
feel you in me, and around me
around me enfolded.
Enfolded in silken depths,
silken depths that caress back.
She says, I want you
want you pulsing and ramming
ramming your presence into me
into me until I scream.
She says, I want to scream loudly for you.
Loudly for you,
you and your intensity,
intensity making my will lie broken,
broken and running across your hands,your hands, your cock, and your tongue.
She says, I want your tongue running down my thighs,
Down my thighs, chased by your hands.
Your hands tangling in my hair,
my hair wild as it cascades across your chest.
She says, I want my breast pulled into your mouth,
your mouth sucking and biting,
biting at my moist folds,
my moist folds drawing you in,
drawing you into me deeply.
She says, I want you in me,
in me where you become lost.
Lost in the sensation,
sensation that only I can give.
She says, Give yourself,
yourself, and your body,
your body awakened,
awakened to my touch.
She says, My touch will blaze fire across your skin,
your skin my canvas.
Canvas upon which I paint passion
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection.
And know that there are people out there who recognize this.
-Me
"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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