Whether flesh or fantasy, she is a stirring muse for poet Jason Youngman.

Her tongue firm yet silky pressing against my flesh Moisture, soft and tenacious Longing the forgotten touch Her soothing seductive sighs Creeping up my back as goose bumps tingle And spread ecstasy all over my nakedness The ocean waves are crashing against the rigid coast line Like a gentle masturbation on a slow long train […]

via Passionate lust flowers and fades — Metaphysical Reflections