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There's a whisper on the night winds
As they kiss my naked skin;
There's a fire within the starlight
For this empty heart to win.

There's an urge within my longing,
Deep desire to be with you;
There's a passion in this aching
For the things I want to do.

There's a tingle in my fingers,
And a need to slide them firm
Under clothes your body's clad in,
Until I can make you squirm.

There's desire in my pussy,
As it grows so slick and wet;
There's a tight, hot hole for you, lad,
I shall feel you deeply yet.

There's a rushing sound in my ears;
How I long to hear you moan
Whilst I suck your throbbing cock hard,
I shall hear you cum and groan.

There's a crudity in my wants,
Yet a poem in my hips;
There's a fuck between my plump legs,
Yet a song upon my lips.

There's no chains or bondage proper,
And no onus upon you,
Just need within my body
And a heart that loves you true.

There's a craving in my lost soul
To bring pleasure to your eyes;
All I want is your desires
Satisfied, orgasm sighs.

There's a dream that I've been holding,
Where I'm not just any friend,
But the woman that you lust for,
Day's beginning and night's end.

There's a waking every morning
Where my name's not on your heart,
So my hands and dreams must suit me
When my pussy wet lips part.

There's a longing in my spirit,
But I cannot pay the price,
For the heart and soul I offer,
They cannot truly suffice.

And so, whispers on the night winds
Are the only breath I'll feel,
For these carnal dreams are broken;
They won't manifest as real.

There's a fire within the starlight
That my heart has not been told,
But I'll love you always truly,
You're a dream I'll never hold.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.