A bit of a sensual poem... not for the young minds.
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Shivers run up my spine as I feel the crisp air.
Moonlight gleams, cascading olive skinned curves.
Dressed in nakedness, I lay before you.
My chest synchronized with rapid breaths
of wanting you...
passion and desire
is all I have to offer.
You stand in the moonlight
mirroring my nakedness.
The perfection of masculine strength
shoots warmth through this lustful soul.
I can not help but stand.
The willingness to offer myself
causes these hips to sway.
Rhythmic desire exudes
as I dance for you...
I step, and sway, and step
dancing towards you,
swaying my hips before you
strong hands intertwine with my own, as I am pulled into your chest,
breath is lost, with the warmth of your skin.
Unyielding hands run through the length of my black hair
I can not help but kiss you.
Fire, desire pulsating my flesh
as I kiss your lips.
My legs wrap themselves around you
as I am lifted by your want of me.
You sway, and step, and sway
dancing me around with rhythmic desire
The wetness of your lips on my chest
increases my hunger and I ravage your skin
as you lay me down
holding, caressing, kissing every part of you
I feel your strength push into me
gasping in delight
and we sway, and move, and sway
bodies intertwined in rhythmic desire.