sexydeltagirl
07-11-06, 02:05 AM
I thirst for it...
Like I've been walking in the desert...
And all that will satisfy my thrist is it....
I can't describe it in detail but I know...
What I want it to do to me...
I can't tell you the size of it...
Whether it may curve to the right side....
Or the left....
Or stand straight up....
At attention and touch the owners navel...
But one thing I know is....
How my body will respond to it...
As if it was made especially for me...
It will slide in with a little struggle...
Then easily find its way...
Inside the place where life exits..
Where the flow of blood leaks....
During menstuation...
It will dive in deep...
And pull me in....
It will hold me captive with its long strokes...
Make me body quiver with satisfaction...
Show my appreciation with soiled linen....
And I won't be ashamed to lay in it...
It will enter me from behind...
And start to gather rhythm....
Like the beat of a drum it will....
Pound harder...
And harder....
And harder....
It will pause for a second...
Just to relish in the moment...
And begin again...
Til I can't contain my composer...
My senses take over...
And......
I can't describe it to you in detail...
But I know...
When I find it...
My hunt will be over....
Like I've been walking in the desert...
And all that will satisfy my thrist is it....
I can't describe it in detail but I know...
What I want it to do to me...
I can't tell you the size of it...
Whether it may curve to the right side....
Or the left....
Or stand straight up....
At attention and touch the owners navel...
But one thing I know is....
How my body will respond to it...
As if it was made especially for me...
It will slide in with a little struggle...
Then easily find its way...
Inside the place where life exits..
Where the flow of blood leaks....
During menstuation...
It will dive in deep...
And pull me in....
It will hold me captive with its long strokes...
Make me body quiver with satisfaction...
Show my appreciation with soiled linen....
And I won't be ashamed to lay in it...
It will enter me from behind...
And start to gather rhythm....
Like the beat of a drum it will....
Pound harder...
And harder....
And harder....
It will pause for a second...
Just to relish in the moment...
And begin again...
Til I can't contain my composer...
My senses take over...
And......
I can't describe it to you in detail...
But I know...
When I find it...
My hunt will be over....