The Perfection of a Succulent Olive

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An olive can be your teacher

Understand it

And you have understood the art of seduction.

Let it rest on your tongue

Eyes shut

Holding your breath

Absorb its roundness.

Observe the tender aroma

Of buttery satisfaction.

Sublime flavours

Melting away.

Bite, gently

Into deep ripples of devotion

As you play

Around the stiffness of its core.

Experience the pleasure

Dissolving in your mouth

Intoxicating your senses.

The perfect olive

Melting

No longer an object

Melting

Part of you.

An avenue of satisfaction

The sacred anointment

For lubricated lips

Caressing

Sweet perfection.

The olive is a teacher

Taste it

Play with the fluidity of its shape

The solidity at its core.

Delight, slowly

Drawing its precious juices.

Absorbed in action.

An olive will teach you everything

And you will see

You have become a master.

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The Sweetness of Surrender

I crave your touch.

Engross me.

Take me to that magical place

Our mansion of Seduction

Where all dreams come true.

Touch me,

not without consideration.

Remember,

you touch your own body.

Be here

Drowning in temptation,

every cell alive.

Crazed by the pull of seduction.

Aware, observe your passion

As your fingers play my body,

the master of an untuned organ.

Enter

Into every part of me.

Each touch an orgasm of Awareness.

How I crave you

The sweet kiss of Surrender.

Vibrate

Your tongue

Your lips

Your fingertips

You have come here to sedate me

Now, let your presence embrace me.

Quiver ever so gently

Again and again

Rivet yourself into ecstasy.

This is how I want you to touch me.

Slowly

With every cell of your being,

Slowly

Alert and present,

Aching

Yearning for explosion,

the sweetness of surrender.

You cannot betray me.

I know when you are not here.

And so

I implore you

Please

This is how I want you to touch me.

Immerse yourself into my being,

Take command

Enslave me.

I seek the sweet taste of your victory.

Heavy

Filled with the juices of seduction

Craving

Yearning, for your touch.

Enter me

Feel my desire

Your hands on my hips

The movement of sweating bodies

Infatuated by the sweetness of surrender.

I beg you

Command me.