Copyright 2012
Posted on April 13, 2012 by A. H. Scott
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……….Even though most of us won’t admit it so easily, we sometimes may judge others by appearance or perception. Yet, as the old adage goes, never judge a book by it’s cover. Leather bound books seem ever so strong. While a dog-eared paperback seems flimsy and easily broken. Just look beneath the cover and find something with a bit of magic inside. Some packaging may be shimmering. And, others may seem rusted. Alas, it is what is inside of that book that truly attracts. What may seem a cactus from afar, can actually be a soft blanket that caresses your flesh and soul.
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ABLAZE
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His fingers were like candles, lighting my flesh with every touch
Virility mixed with sweat and fervency, takes me to places too savage to mention out loud
Tiny hairs on my neck were the wicks those fingers ignited in a tender touch
Heat me up with your body thrusting like gladiator in the arena of lust
No doubt any woman in your midst is always left a humble miss
Sonnet of the bard or philosopher from ancient Rome are recounted with authority from your lips
Behind the grunt, you are a charming chap
No wonder why I ended up in your lap
Strands of my hair cascade over the mattress, as your tempting tide overtakes me
From afar, you seemed like a hard nut to crack
Yet, after a while of knocking on the castle walls, your resistance crumbled to my kisses
The fire is real within me now
Whispered words from you to me are the gift the angels have allowed
Pores are opened and drenched with delight
Ablaze with volcanic encounters with you in the night..
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