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From: prufrock54@my-deja.com (prufrock54)
Subject: {ASSM} NEW - Avarice  (MF rom poetry)
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 17:10:02 -0400
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This is a generic warning label.
Respect authors' rights.
This story is intended for adult readers.	
This story may contain the explicit depiction of sex in some form.
If that offends you, stop reading and get a life.
Come back you know what to do with it.

I'm not making money from this and neither should you.
If that offends you, you're probably my wife.

No posting anywhere except ASSM without author's permission.

This is fiction, except for the true parts.

Buckle up; it's the law.

Copyright: (C) Prufrock Productions - 2001
							
Comments should be directed to: prufrock54@my-deja.com

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Avarice
by Prufrock54

                Is this greed?  His thoughts and aspirations?
                Is this need?  His feelings and sensations?


His thoughts all turn toward her with flowing gentle ease...
And dreams of passionate loving beneath the willow trees...
And of slow rhythmic dances across the wooden floor...
For now he only talks to her...but dreams of so much more.

With eyes wide open, or lids shut, he sees her there with him...
And in his mind he showers her with kisses on a whim...
And takes her hand and runs along a path or near a beach...
But when he needs to feel her arms, she seems so out of reach.

Then his thoughts turn toward the sounds of whimpers and sweet
sighs...
He's showing her his longing as he nuzzles her soft thighs...
And gentle tender strokes upon the center of her pleasure...
Love making to each other on a Sunday morn of leisure.

And her breathing quickens as his pace moves slow to fast...
And she rocks her hips frenetically, but he wants this one to last...
So he slows his tongue and listens as she begs him to continue...
But he lifts his head to tell in detail all that's on love's menu.

He kneels between her parted legs and slowly starts to enter...
He watches as her eyes go wide as he nestles in her center...
And long slow strokes of love he gives to her with his hard shaft...
And they float in ecstasy's tidal pool upon their lover's raft.

And when the pressure in them builds to the breaking point
She hears the sounds of his release, his fluid does anoint
Her secret chamber of desire and it sets her on her way
To shudders of a magnitude not met til this sweet day.

Then he looks around him, and sees a vacant place.
A pillow waits for her alone to rest her pretty face.
And knows these visions are just ones he keeps within his mind...
And hopes she feels the same dire need, and longing that's in-kind.

In his mind, her journey's done.  But reality he knows
Is not the same as wishes fair, though love there ever grows.
For paths can run so close it seems that they can really touch...
But bumps and curves keep them away from whom they love so much.

He wants to feel her in his arms, he wants to know her needs...
He longs to show her how he cares in both his words and deeds...
He sits alone with tear-filled eyes and smells her perfumed hair...
And comforts her within his arms although she is not there.

But she resides within his soul, and in his loving heart...
He knows she wants to be with him, but that'd be just the start
Of a long and loving partnership of which there is no end.
But still he wants her there with him, of this he'll never bend.

His love of her has grown so deep, her absence makes him ache.
Sometimes he feels so scared that she will leave him in the wake
Of the turmoil that surrounds her as she tries to calm her strife...
But knows within his heart and soul that they will share their life.

But his need for her grows stronger, and he wants her there today...
Frustration clouds around him, but that's the price he'll pay...
For even sans a crystal ball, he sees the future clearly...
That one sweet day he'll be with her to say "I love you dearly."

So ask the question of yourself:  is what he's feeling greed?
Or avarice of what he wants, desires, longs and needs?
Or could it be his love for her goes to his very core?
To fly with her on wings of love, and clouds of passion, soar...

(C) Prufrock Productions 2001

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