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Esen · 08-18-2003, 05:31 PM

Harnessed

The flesh of strained desire sweats and expands
forever curling over the shivers of my own skin.

Ripping the lining of perfection and developing the little carresses that used to hide in the back of my mind.

now named, they control the heat that echoes fluidly haphazardly engulfing me
always breaking your trance
seamless envelopes of lies broken open and disregarding the true language of your hunger. It ravishes me
filters me
makes an ever surveying harness of exstacy that breaks down and cries within the fumes of your own wicked scent
engulfing me
tiing me

singing soft whispers or reluctance just loud enough to make all who breath tremble

Bleed my innocense, sift all the tangieble blowing gusts of rememberence from myeyes and make me see the true mount of your hair.

sickening , to make us strong a true mold of inner perfection

Hear, stop, listen.

rocking forth falling forward bundles of pores opening into buckets of heat.
The linens of the bed scratch desperatly to hold us tight fondling my desires to push myself all the way in ,

the true sin, two bodies now confused buckling within each other.
the true trap of the orgasm.
The harness sea that holds you us and me.

~Chauncey AKA ECL 8/18/03

08-18-2003, 05:31 PM	#1 (permalink)
Esen TFPer formaly known as Chauncey Location: North East	Harnessed Harnessed The flesh of strained desire sweats and expands forever curling over the shivers of my own skin. Ripping the lining of perfection and developing the little carresses that used to hide in the back of my mind. now named, they control the heat that echoes fluidly haphazardly engulfing me always breaking your trance seamless envelopes of lies broken open and disregarding the true language of your hunger. It ravishes me filters me makes an ever surveying harness of exstacy that breaks down and cries within the fumes of your own wicked scent engulfing me tiing me singing soft whispers or reluctance just loud enough to make all who breath tremble Bleed my innocense, sift all the tangieble blowing gusts of rememberence from myeyes and make me see the true mount of your hair. sickening , to make us strong a true mold of inner perfection Hear, stop, listen. rocking forth falling forward bundles of pores opening into buckets of heat. The linens of the bed scratch desperatly to hold us tight fondling my desires to push myself all the way in , the true sin, two bodies now confused buckling within each other. the true trap of the orgasm. The harness sea that holds you us and me. ~Chauncey AKA ECL 8/18/03 __________________ ~Esen What is everyone doing in my room?