Love but a Dream

Michael A. McGuire

O that your young heart and soul were but newly
emancipated wings, fluttering softly toward the setting
Sun, peacefully sinking beneath my shallow horizon.

Filling my emptiness with your very being and 
rejuvenating my soul with just the mere touch of 
your sweet lips pressed gently into mine.

I long  to kiss those lips and run my hands gently across 
your sultry thighs. 

Our thoughts are molded together as one and we feel 
no pain as I forcefully penetrate your inner folds 
of ecstasy!

Caress me and the universe is ours! Waiting to
be explored like two newly born nymphs hungry for a
flesh-filled feast. 

Hardly a care in the world when we are together, for 
there is no reality except that which we choose to 
initiate in our youthful dreams!

  • Author: Michael A. McGuire (Online Online)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2026 08:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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