And you ask me...

And you ask me...

And you ask me, 
“What is it about her that’s 
such a compulsion for me?”

And I tell you that, “She stirs 
this muse of vitality which is 
such an infusion that is an 
affirmation of being now in 
the present.  It is such a surge 
throughout my flesh that it 
gives me a resolve, a purpose 
to this moment. She is an 
avatar of those erotic aesthetics 
that gives a vitalizing pulse 
within my frame

Is it that smile of hers that is so 

ingratiatingly charming
 ,
And you ask me...or is it 
the shape of that mouth that 
has my lips in a desirous 
longing to touch and taste 
her full lips?

Or is it something more base 
that drives this motivation 
in me, as I see the contours of 
her breast protruding out 
through her over shirt?

Or is it more 
than I’m feeling, 
but a response to what I’m 
seeing? 
Or is it her projecting 
a “Come hither, man!” look she has 
on her eyes and on her lips in 
this image..

Or is it that look of 
vulnerability that speaks to her 
susceptibility in which she would 
succumb in the heat of 
voluntary or involuntary 
arousal..

That look that is so fascinating 
and so intriguing, as what a 
mirage or dream would be..and 
have me itching and twitching 
to massage my nut sack 

even further..

I find myself wanting to engage 
those full lips and  breasts in 
their full naked availability 
to me..in the allure of their full 
protruding delight..

And... finally to enjoy the 
consummations in the 
embrace of her soft body’s 
being in the throes of its 
receptivity to the penetrating 
intimacy she feels tactilely 
and emotionally in this 
unrestrained condition of 
passionate, torrid emotion 

of my impulsive desires 
delivered into her..

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