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Mental Seduction

I'm huge on mental seduction. It's all pretty simple actually, make me see in my mind what you ... have in mind... and the possibilities are infinite.

So here is a poem I wrote awhile back. Titled: MENTAL CASE.

MENTAL CASE

Take my mind and warp it with delicious thoughts and fragrant promises.
Make me cum with the mere hum of your tantalizing voice, sending me telepathic orgasms
filled with sinful foreplay and images of screwing.

Tickle my inner lobes, make them throb with heart wrenching desire.
Picturing you in your emotional nakedness and fierce subconscious fire.

Finger me with your tongue and grope me with your intoxicating laughter.
Touch my innermost parts with your aching eyes and expressive articulation.

Tell me your secrets, demonstrate your desires...
Speak each word with need that makes me perspire.

Caress my mind with smooth heated words.
Explore my soul with your erotic quicksilver tongue.

Penetrate me to my core with your descriptions of ecstasy, through passionate intellect
and perverse fantasy.

Take me and melt me as you wish.
Breathe your provocative incantations directly to my beating chest.

Make me wet with your edible knowledge,
Drive me to the edge with one verbal touch.

Watch me dissolve to significant nothingness,
as you take me and make me explode from
phrenic-type lust.

End.

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