Inner Whispers - ! HER wilDest tHing...

Drawn in the untamed state of being
Unoccupied by man, not cultivated by any living,
Unsettled by any man, wilderness inside of her is creeping
Living in a natural, in her wildest thing...

Halt...Plant kisses on these promises of nature
Paint those colours, wild rapture of their wildest picture
Perform the movement, the sigh and moan of admiration, so pure
Of your wildest thing...enhance the passion and capture!

In her wildest thing she lay naked in the wild
Looked intently at the SKY's blue eyes...
Petals of orange wild flower, touches her skin
From lips..down breasts..in between tighs...smoothing on her legs!

Closing her eyes, wild flower on her hair
Bit her lips at the shiver she keeps without fear,
Readying for the SKY to take her, own her
Ripping and tasting...her wildest thing!

(Hmn...the Black Widow...her wildest thing!)

Inner Whispers

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