Frenzy
Posted on November 11, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
21 Comments
The feverous passion of a stormy night
Your unshaven cheek brushing mine
In the crackling black tempestuous air, I fall into you
Spiraling into this cherished place, nirvana that is ours alone
where the air is thick and ripe with the essence of our love
and in the flickering candlelight, a storm rages as our souls unite
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
H.O.T. Salute!
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Haha! Thank you!
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Ah, sexy cherita! I approve.
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Thank you so much!
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Whew! Now there’s some hot sensuality.
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Thank you!
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In a word … yummy.
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Thank you!
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see, the storm outside would so scare me – lightening and thunder would have me hiding under the covers – and nothing else 🙂
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Haha! Well, to each his own. Thank you for sharing and reading.
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Ah, that is passionate. Interesting comparison with nirvana too! 🙂
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Thank you HA!
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Such passion Linda!
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Thank you so much Vivian!
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🙂
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Passionate and sexy.
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Thank you!
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You surprised me here. Steamy and passionate
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I am a woman with many facets Drew. Thank you.
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I see. I see.
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Smiling.
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