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EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS.
© 1996 PleaseCain@aol.com -- Commercial use prohibited
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Temptation
by PleaseCain@aol.com

I spy you sunning on the bright glen.  I've come again to drink in the luscious
sight, how your tiny, nubile body basks in innocent repose, drinking the
brilliant
light like an ivory beacon on the quiet field of green.  Your unassuming
naivete is
a sweet, irresistable morsel.

You do not note my approach?  My tongue's light play on your sole?  Perhaps if
I
wrap my body around your ankles, in a firm, sinewy binding?  There, your knees
part, inviting me.  Yes, child, I am here again.

Do not stir.  Be still, you have no need to move.  Your ankles in my grasp, my
broad head shall explore you.  I climb your leg like a vine, squeezing your
tiny
muscles under my twined weight, tickled by the soft down of your hair against
my
nose as I rise.  Fairest of creatures, how I've lusted after you!

Your bent leg is pinned like a twig.  See how I manipulate it like a doll's,
when I
am to the top of your thigh, so close to your womanhood, and then choose to
loop around your hip, and reemerge beneath you between your legs?  How I
move your leg out of my way like a grassblade in the gale, and replace it
again,
when I am at your portal?

Do you appreciate my great power?  Your unconsciousness feigns ignorance,
but your damp musk betrays you.  You are welcoming me, we both know.  Why
does your other leg remain spread, at no prompting of mine?

It pleases you, doesn't it, the way I visit your genitalia, the way my muscular
body slides along the full length of them, the way it caresses your sensitive
sweetness as it churns onward?

I come for you, travelling the length of your torso, so smooth.  Woman, you are
a
blessing upon this earth; I have visited all things, I can say this.  You feel
this in
my touch, how I desire thee.  You have never before known sensuousness, and
here I lavish this gift upon you and bathe you in it.  I cherish and desire you
above all things.  Know this.

Feel me at your breasts.  Yes, they too are beautiful.  Did you not know?  The
puny man does not touch them thus.  They needn't be neglected, in wait of
suckling babies.  You do love this attention, don't you, fair woman?  It is
yours.

You are powerless beneath me, you with your delicate collarbones, your tiny
throat, your sculpted ear laying open to my entreaties.  You will meet me at
the
Tree tomorrow, won't you?  Yes, and we shall discover, together, as one.

Yield to me, sweet love.

Your lips part so slightly.  My tongue dances between them, touches your teeth.
Your eyes remain closed, but tomorrow I shall look deeply into them.  Yes, my
love, tomorrow.




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