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The look on your face, in your eyes as I go down on you is what I want.  The smell of your dick ready for insertion, warm, the head wet.  Your thighs tight and slightly apart, waiting for my hungry mouth and red lips.  I want to hear you sigh and groan as I slowly lick and taste you.  My tongue meandering around and up and down your pulsing flesh as you slide it in and out of me.Nestling my face into your warm groin I can feel you pressing in

Thoughts, memories they have the control not me. They are the ones who's words and phrases fill my night dreams, the times when I am neither asleep nor awake but in a state of restless being. My mind overflows with metaphors and symbolisms, analogies of life times long gone but not yet long past me. I feel this need, this great urge to write this whirlpool, tornado of circling letters which once captured onto paper, speared with a pen, shall be a wonderful presentation of a part of me.