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I Excel In Excess
I excel in excess
I must confess,
I love to undress
your bod.
Is it odd
for one to be so bold?
Be discreet, I was told
Coy, toy a little bit, don't push
But please, let's not beat around the bush.
You'll ne'er find me haughty
Tickle me body
It's fun to be naughty!
I excel in excess
Let go of your stress,
Shall we prance down fantasy lane?
No need to explain
Honey, stake your claim
Name your game
Feel my flame
Don't be tame,
I'm your dame!
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Love's Rapture
The fire of passion
Infills my loins.
Consumed with desire
I invite pleasure in.
Virile, erect, yearning,
You enter with reckless abandon.
Playfulness, enticing
Animal passion.
Childlike wonder
Intoxicating joy.
Traveling to places far and wide
Never leaving Home.
Souls soaring,
Heavenly bliss.
Passion rising to crescendo
Resolving in an explosion of ecstasy.
Consummate rapture
Merging form with
formless.
There is no separation.
There is no other.
There is only Love.
For further reading on a particular subject found in this writing, please click on a topic heading below:
| Body | Erotic |
| Life | Love |
| Passion | Surrender |
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