Insatiable Appetite

When my search began, I was quite timid.
Unsure of what I wanted, unsure of these feelings.
The appetite began to grow like a raging force
that blinded me with lust until I could no more.
Until it led me into exploration, all I wanted was to feel
that sensation.
That titillating penetration that can only come from that one
Statuesque, build with muscles or slender physique
white, milk, or dark chocolate, yes they're all me.
This insatiable appetite can only be fed
by giving in to what my body says.
With endless strokes of blissful passion,
threading softly would be my last reaction.
Diving in without no care, with my emotions completely bare.
It's a dare, as I stare upon the challenge at hand . . .
Bulging and throbbing anticipating my glands.
The deepness of my voice can only bring you to land,
arriving gently in nirvana, yes your moment at last.
Let me tell you how I feel, when it's feeling surreal.
Whispering dirty
little secrets, nothing being concealed.
Nothing being held back, all is being revealed
And I'm left with that taste in my mouth
so I know it was real

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