blueangel Posted August 22 Report Share Posted August 22 To look, to see the realness of his face, to touch and feel his hands on me.No words could express each yearning trace, we wanted to unclothes and further free.Soon on my neck, his lips I could fee, as my hands felt his back, smooth and warm.My breast against his chest was real, the only place in the world was in his arms.He laid me back, upon the divan, as though a babe, I nursed him.I could do nothing but adore this man, not remembering I'd ever cursed him.I could feel his hands upon my thighs, raw flesh, so tender, gently touching.Soon he wandered with his kisses nigh, while my hands reached to be clutching.I pulled him forth when I found his leg, and melted to absorb his every part.My heart and soul began to beg, as we expanded to pounding hearts.As his lips reached my face, I had to have more of this man.And everything fit right near its place, as our final love began.The desire of souls finally screaming, like a battle for succulent nourishment.As I was going, I dug to hang on, and into his back my nails were bent.He held me close all through the night, with tender words he implored.He said in the eyes of God it was right, and each the other adored.BlueAngel------------------"Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life."- Burton Hills Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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