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| A soft moan whispers through the night,
Wrought from lips being kissed,
Feather light touch over my body,
So sensitive to his touch,
Arching into a caress,
My body shudders in pleasure,
Wondrous is the feeling,
Fingertips teasing over me,
Each curve is alight with sensation,
His mouth like liquid fire,
I blaze where so ever it trails,
Not enough but too much,
How much more can I take,
It seems heaven is hell until you are there,
Starlight ignites inside of me flowing from him to me,
No control but total capitulation can be accepted,
The ebb of passion softens to love abound,
Smothering us in a blanket of emotion,
This man who is one with me,
His thoughts his life his love envelop me,
His name said like a shadow from my lips into the night,
Knowing he will be still be there in morning light,
A smile a secret look between two now one,
Peace is here so we hold on,
Drifting in the aftermath of loving........
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Cradled between your tender thighs
I lift you to my mouth.
The abundance of your wetness greets me
and my mouth overflows with your warm essence.
Your sweet taste is on my tongue
and your fragrance delights my senses.
No gentle lick this visit.
No bashful cautious approach
For I wish to consume you.
Push against my hungry mouth
As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow
that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.
Thrust against my generous tongue.
Show me the power of your desire
for my oral caress.
My exploring tongue lifts the hood
and finds your smooth firm pearl.
You squeal in that unique way,
signaling that I have found your special spot.
I harden in response.
My jaws protests what my open mouth provides
but I am unrelenting in my gift,
intent only on your fulfillment.
I feel your body tense,
and you are quiet now...
Concentrating... bearing down.
Soon now my love,
ecstasy approaches.
You push hard and fast against my tongue,
shameless in using me
and I so willingly comply
until you cry out...
and in your satisfaction,
I will find mine,
But mine will be the greater. |
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We danced as lovers dance
to music only we had heard.
A hot beat to which we moved
in perfect time,
with perfect synch.
Unhurried though each driven on,
both knowing how the dance would end.
We shared the lead
as the tempo quickened.
You followed me,
I followed you,
each wanting that conclusion
as ageless passion demands its due.
Our cries loud as bodies yield,
sounds from deep within escaped
to alert close neighbors
to the simultaneous climax of our dance.
The music softened,
mellow in its final strains.
We curled together our contented bodies,
our cries at last subdued,
and only now a gentle purring.
In this quietness our muffled moans yell out
a thousand words of utter joy,
in celebration of our dance,
in recognition of our love.
We laughed and played a while
although our dance had ended.
Naked, you fed me grapes --
a piece of chocolate pressed to my lips,
combining with the sweetness of your essence
that still lingered in my mouth.
Bodies young, if but in our minds,
still needing gentle caring touch
still needing tender lasting love.
The beat has changed,
soft music now,
after the dance is over. |
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She embraced the warmth of days being an Angel of Light,
While the cold darkness of my soul had claimed the night.
Delicate soft white lace dawned her form with sensuality,
Demanding black fabrics eagerly hugged my curves firmly.
When first we met a heavenly conflict for an instant raged,
But strangely enough our feelings for each other changed.
I saw in her a love of life not defined by ten commandment,
And a desire to be swept into a world of pure enchantment.
She offered herself to me of her own free will with delight,
So that I could drink her soul as she gazed one last time at light. |
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Two girls with a sexy maid
in a desolate dungeon
one girl on top of her
the other waiting for her turn
giving a helping hand
to the girl in action
the dungeon's full of sounds
some dirty words
a lot of moans, a lot of screaming
the maid is screaming
out of joy and pleasure
her walls are throbbing
like the musical strings
The other girl takes over
She acts like a wilder cat
scratching her sexy back
pinching her lovely legs
eating her sweetest spot
the moans, the screams
Every inch of the room
is filled with joy
and fragrance of sweet juices.....
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