My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion. Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire. Enter the suggestions I have seen in your eyes. Taste the demons of lust within my temptation Invited to sin with bended knees, submit to hunger. Hold on tightly to the wish of pure weakness Take my love, my lust, and consume my essence Submission with a total thirst for your body. Trace my bosom to bottom, entwined in sensations Have me on you, around you, and inside your arms this eve. Kiss my lips; welcome my visions and lustful intentions My lips are wet, tasting your sweet love given to me.
I reached forward to take the hand, a saving hand of encouragement and strength. With all my doubts and pity for my every cell, I took it away, letting go again. Again! I reached again to search for the handout, the gift that would bring me to a place of self-confidence. I pulled away again, doubting the results that would transpire if I followed through. Again! I stood tall, and I let the hand come to me to lift me up and guide me forward. I made it. Again, I am here with a hand up, not a hand out.
We glow the same color at the same time. We sparkle with challenges, easing the strife. We embrace the impossible to take on the barriers We dance around the careless placement of despair We take our love with powerful reinforcement We salt the path ahead with confidence We climb higher than the mountain ahead We glow the same color at the same time.
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