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A Perfect World... To A Friend
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A Perfect World... To A Friend I just read a friend's blog, who posted a thread called In A Perfect World... A perfect world would consist of only us enjoying the erotic fruits of our natures. Your every whim would be my own wish list. Surely my only wish is to fulfill that which you deem neglected. Lay on your stomach and let me lightly run my fingers over your smooth back. I just wanna see the goose bumps rise over the supple flesh. How long before the feelings become unbearable? Hmmm. I've glimpsed your inner beauty and know that you possess an appreciative spirit, so all my efforts would be relished, needed... We both know the benefits of a loving touch, yet the barriers of latex and the risks of venturing beyond holds nothing worthy of losing... But knowing I'm able to go through the motions, with you as my co-pilot is a most satisfying consolation.... I just wanna taste your blend. Inhale deeply of your carnal aroma. Drink deeply of your erotic nectars. Fall asleep in my arms. I know your nights have been lonely, cold. Only the harsh blue glare of a laptop monitor and the imaginary visions of what you truly yearn for. Many a night, I thought of how excited I'd feel just standing over you as your body shivered from a heated session of lovemaking. I always try to picture just how reddened your pussy would get from the prolonged pounding I give it. Would I taunt an already overly sensitive area or would I allow you the chance to regain your composure. How long has it been. Can your toys really compare. Can they whisper lovingly in your ear. Can they raise your hairs on end, without touching you. Can it make you feel loved or do you yearn an unattached lover. You're too passionate to be so jaded. Your toy can't suck on the sexy symmetry of those full breasts. Insanity looms each time I ponder the wonders of possessing you for even the briefest of moments, but I dare risk it. Can your toy run fingers through your hair and tell you how soft and fragrant it is, of course not... You needs are far to serious to be toyed with. Forgive the pun, but the world isn't perfect... We are the sums of our experiences... It is said that everyone gets a turn. At what? Who knows, but if it applies to encounters with you, I bide my time like a stone wall. Nothing shall move me except your simple touch, a touch I achingly yearn to feel. Warm wet lips. If only to feel your breath rushing over the top of my upper lip as we kiss. The wet slick dance our tongues would do in the secret darkness of our interlocked mouths. Would our eyes close before our lips touch... I need to know the answer... Does your desire burn as hot as mine? If I were an artist, I'd dedicate each painting to the effort of duplicating your God given loveliness, near impossible. If I were a writer, I'd dedicate each word to describing the angelic beauty your inner personality showers upon those privileged enough to bask in your presence... So divine... Forgive my shamelessness Without you, A Perfect World is just a ball of dirt to me....      |
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6/15/2008 6:15 pm |
Dearest Punky, In the brief amount of time we have known each other, we have shared so many words and they have meant so much. You are an eloquent writer, a beautiful person and a good friend. The privileged one is I, to have made such a good friend in you and to share my lyrical world and more with you is an honor. I am flattered by this and have added it to my blog to share with everyone. Kisses, Nena 
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