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Far East Desire
Your ebony eyes burn my body like the sun.
The path they travel leaves sweltering desire,
scorching my core, making me weep.
Your lips kiss me now, your tongue tastes the
sweetness streaming forth
Making me scream your name.
But my screams just fuel your mouth.
Your torture comes to a point and dances around
my white flame
making my stomach weak and my lips
sigh.
Your tan fingers, thick and mean, now find my secret
and plunge into the dampness, furthering my
sweet despair.
I struggled to gain composure but I loose,
only managing to run my pale fingers through
your dark silken hair.
Your moan...It’s music to me
Our eyes meet. You whisper, so softly
“ Wo yao ni.”
My heart melts.
You’re playing with fire.
I reach for you, longing to taste you.
Your lips touch mine in a mingle of lust and spice.
I have you now.
My legs close around your thighs and you shudder
with need as you bury yourself deep
within me.
So slow.
My eyes roll back in my head.
You whisper things I barely understand but it all
comes so clear when you say my name
with a sigh.
Oh, that look in your eyes.
Faster!
All I can see is light, all I can feel is your body,
your mouth, breathing into mine.
Our voices, now one,
blended
with delight.
Your overpowering me,
Your taking control again.
It feels so good.
You take my hands and struggle to
restrain yourself.
It’s no use.
The headboard hits the wall,
tears pour from our eyes.
My body arches involuntarily
against yours,
the pain
welcoming.
Your filling me with a fervor only you know
how to give,
and only I,
know how to take.
We were made for each other.
I dig my fingers into your shoulders,
afraid to let go as you
take us over the edge.
We fall together
with strangled screams.
So hot. So wet.
I’m holding your shaking body in my arms.
Your lips are against mine so gently,
your beautiful hands are entwined
in my hair.
Our eyes shine.
Our hearts beat
as one.
The chill Hong Kong night air
does little to cool us.
Our hands move again
in a dance to invoke passion.
Slowly.
Lower.
You take my hand and guide it.
I wrap my fingers around your weight.
Your head falls back.
You look so good.
I’m hungry anyway,
I know what to do.

Description
Far East Desire
Your ebony eyes burn my body like the sun.
The path they travel leaves sweltering desire,
scorching my core, making me weep.
Your lips kiss me now, your tongue tastes the
sweetness streaming forth
Making me scream your name.
But my screams just fuel your mouth.
Your torture comes to a point and dances around
my white flame
making my stomach weak and my lips
sigh.
Your tan fingers, thick and mean, now find my secret
and plunge into the dampness, furthering my
sweet despair.
I struggled to gain composure but I loose,
only managing to run my pale fingers through
your dark silken hair.
Your moan...It’s music to me
Our eyes meet. You whisper, so softly
“ Wo yao ni.”
My heart melts.
You’re playing with fire.
I reach for you, longing to taste you.
Your lips touch mine in a mingle of lust and spice.
I have you now.
My legs close around your thighs and you shudder
with need as you bury yourself deep
within me.
So slow.
My eyes roll back in my head.
You whisper things I barely understand but it all
comes so clear when you say my name
with a sigh.
Oh, that look in your eyes.
Faster!
All I can see is light, all I can feel is your body,
your mouth, breathing into mine.
Our voices, now one,
blended
with delight.
Your overpowering me,
Your taking control again.
It feels so good.
You take my hands and struggle to
restrain yourself.
It’s no use.
The headboard hits the wall,
tears pour from our eyes.
My body arches involuntarily
against yours,
the pain
welcoming.
Your filling me with a fervor only you know
how to give,
and only I,
know how to take.
We were made for each other.
I dig my fingers into your shoulders,
afraid to let go as you
take us over the edge.
We fall together
with strangled screams.
So hot. So wet.
I’m holding your shaking body in my arms.
Your lips are against mine so gently,
your beautiful hands are entwined
in my hair.
Our eyes shine.
Our hearts beat
as one.
The chill Hong Kong night air
does little to cool us.
Our hands move again
in a dance to invoke passion.
Slowly.
Lower.
You take my hand and guide it.
I wrap my fingers around your weight.
Your head falls back.
You look so good.
I’m hungry anyway,
I know what to do.