Like a burning desire to experience, set free a need with in me. More than just lust, but a part of me, a need to express my soul. Like Da Vinci expressing himself on his canvass, like Beethoven composing.
To smell the sweat and feel the heat of naked bodies writhing and bucking in carnal bliss. The cracks of whips and paddle strikes, the gasp of air escaping the wet lips.
The symphony of moans and groans of women rising, filling the air with raw carnal energy.
The need burns like flames of a furnace. Leaping out the grate wanting to burn and grow and be free.
The burning desire all but consuming. I turn up my winter coat and step out into the cold vanilla white.
Forward my steps must go, through the vanilla snow. My stride faults now and then as my heart pulls me back.
The siren calls of the wanted world beckons. I struggle as I walk.
I struggle as I walk.
To smell the sweat and feel the heat of naked bodies writhing and bucking in carnal bliss. The cracks of whips and paddle strikes, the gasp of air escaping the wet lips.
The symphony of moans and groans of women rising, filling the air with raw carnal energy.
The need burns like flames of a furnace. Leaping out the grate wanting to burn and grow and be free.
The burning desire all but consuming. I turn up my winter coat and step out into the cold vanilla white.
Forward my steps must go, through the vanilla snow. My stride faults now and then as my heart pulls me back.
The siren calls of the wanted world beckons. I struggle as I walk.
I struggle as I walk.
