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Tonight I May Sleep. May the day find you well. And may the night too, as well. May you find closure in your time of need. And may you find inner peace, within. May the rain so gently wash away your transgressions, and your sins. And may you be granted Atonement, Forgiveness, from your enemies. May you be kind to yourself, and may others be too for your sake, as well. May you be granted the ability to start over, again. And may you be so blessed to be kissed by a Saint, thus pardoned of your transgressions and of your sins. May the day bring you closure. And may the night too, as well. May the peace be with you, closure and forgiveness, as the rain descends.

Last night, Your Voice was sufficient, much more than sufficient to, make me Edge hands-free. Delivered to the brink of Orgasm, just by Your Voice alone, your tonal qualities and subtleties of presentation and delivery. These thoughts of Being With You, Intimate, and Super Vulnerable,...they make my entire body resonate. It's an intense warming, virile feeling, warming yet also distinctly mellowing, that only You have been able to make me feel. Those are the times when I find myself, Thinking About You. When I'm there, low-key setting, dimly lit. Not much happening around me, gentle lull or buzz of the crickets or some ambient background noise, textured blades of grass between my fingers, steady drizzle of the rain.

Oh Maria. You seduce me, just with the sound of your Voice. The tonal qualities. The inflections. The dialect of your tongue, so much emotion. My love for you is so deep. And uhhh, just the sound of your Voice, yeah. Wanna hear more of your Voice. Wanna be seduced, brought in closer, by You, Hugs and Kisses. Your Voice.... Makes me want to Bring You In Closely, Embrace You Warmly, Softly. My skin rubs against yours, as I wrap my chiseled form around your smooth delicate features, arms and hands around your torso, one hand hugs the dip of your navel, the other hand caresses your breasts. As we breathe together, our Energies, unite, coalesce.

I reach with my hand under her short skirt, on this pleasant autumn day. It's good to see you again, I say. She says nothing, so the story goes. Don't need to tell me, I already know. Quiver of her bum, goosebumps on her thighs, slender fair arms, long flowing black hair, straight by design, sways like a flag in the breeze. As I so delicately, firmly, stillness in her gaze, expirate, red painted nails, glossy sommerset, earthy of colour and of taste. Fingertips wrapped around her bum, marks of my kiss upon her neck, arm hugs her womanly hips, clean lines and smooth curves of her breasts, neck brushes with my lips, here together one and the same, leaves fall around us, stencils and gradients of earthy colour, whispers for me my love, crisp and unscripted, organic, like our toes with the earth, meanders up her neck, quietly whispers into her ear, inner desires and thoughts like the leaves, this pleasant autumn day. Good to see you again, I say. Walks among the ...