TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Appreciating Romantic Friends"

Draconian Love I can taste her raw truth, flavored with a savory touch. Her voices crutch is like soft velvet brushed on my sweaty skins clutch. Hypnotic eyes as such draw out my senses, as she tantalizes my loins with her unpretentious throng. Mesmerizing in her swaying walk, the birds pause in mid song. Their mating overshadowed by her fertile smell, casts a spell. All male reproduction focuses on her Dire air dell . Oh I swear, her raw truth has me tight tonight, no longer caring about my daring. Wearing contrived gilding has long since left the building. She can see, I need her awe now, love her more, than death itself. Her pointed breasts, man they give me no rest. Teasing my compulsion, I must concede, giving no quarter; until I confess my need, forever more as her one and only. She takes my heart and soul, giving me her all, the very essence of flavored honey. Mead indeed, nothing impedes my thirst for a sip of that fine flagon. A crystal cup, created in the heavens pearly gates. I don't care to share, you may think that funny, but a man wants a woman to be true as her heat, her overarching femininity, is what I want as my Mustangs mare. Yes, she is so smart too, knows her science and math, through and through, but when were loving; she does not lack a hugging, a ferocious hunger that can't compare. In My desire, her fire consumes me, she wounds me with her bite, daring to delight. Tearing at my souls excite, our tidal passion becomes a chain reaction that shakes our homes foundations height. Screams of pleasures leisure, we often have to stifle, least we interfere with some innocent ears existence. Nothing compares to my lighted darkness, when that twilight mood overtakes me, day or night, a Draconian hunger secedes in tearing her resistance. My castles forbidden darkness, few dared to go near, yet her beauty and natures glare; mesmerized my Immortal eyes, hypnotizing even my past amoral lies. Lust no longer flavors my veins with blood; I need the heat of loves exquisite flowered prize. Closely I go, past yon fathers window, she beckons me with her enticing smell, her curving hips, make me pause in mid glide. She clutches me with a terrifying grip, arising up; we go to yon heavens heights , as her robe opens, exposing, a paradise an immortal may never know; salve in twilights sensual skies.