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Tasting My Name On Your Tongue

Hearing your voice whisper that I belong
tasting my name upon your tongue
smelling the scent of just washed skin
feeling the memory of where we had been

Softly,slowly hands once again glide
a searing ache is welling inside
a crescendo of pleasure
burst forth from your lips
with each rhythmic movement of my hips

There for a moment we have become one
another memory born
another dream to build upon
of once again tasting
my name on your tongue

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
because someone asked
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Not Explicit Content

Comments

this is explicit? I don't think so. Sensual yes, explicit no. The last line needs the rest of n[am]e on your tongue. ~ Gee.
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there are some 14/16 year olds on the site just being creful fixed my name lol

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author comment

thank you I fixed it as I told gee couldn't take the chance as there are 14/16 year olds on the site I'm sure they could teach me a thing or two but just using caution might ask the cabinet if they think the rating should be changed oh it is easy to write this way whatever that way is lol

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that most 14-16 year olds these days will laugh heartily at the suggestion of this being explicit. I appreciate your thought, but I do believe that we have come full circle and maybe past where things used to be in that regard, within the last hundred years. Remember that a hundred years ago, 14-16 year olds were married and having babies and a twenty year old was on the verge of becoming an old maid/spinster if she hadn't married by then. A well crafted poem that has given us a look at the
sensual side of you. Go ahead and blush, it becomes you. ~ Gee.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

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