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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
PLEASE leave a comment. Be a muse and leave an idea. Allow your sensual touch upon the keyboard, to resound in a comment brief or long.
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blindfolded
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Posted:May 14, 2015 5:30 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2015 5:30 am
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blindfolded
Close my eyes with your fingers warm
upon your own velvet blindfold worn
together unseeing the other must find
explore in touches and kisses kind
follow this curve of delicious breast
to place where nipple warm does nest
fingers reaching to caress
and kisses hotter such a mess
blindfolds hold and we are blind
as every inhibition we unwind
stepping back from people of the day
now people of the night here to play
whisper darkest desires into my ear
I shall not see you blush as I hear
my own arousal in this darkness rising
such ardent loving is not surprising
kisses sucking upon your ear lobe
as my fingers sweeping lower go
buttocks caressed and stroked and rolled
each virtue of bodies hidden in touching extolled
these blindfolds are to eyes and thought
unbound from seeing on no hangup caught
inside of thighs tasting juices lush and moist
as your licking exploring tongue my own mast hoist
your moans and cries set my senses tingling
as with licks and shared kisses desire and nectar mingling
we lose the blindfolds along the way
does not make us cease this joyous play
every inch of you I adore and seek
until the pleasure pulsing makes you weak
and together sated we lie to rest
my head in trust laid upon your resting breast.
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this game we play (or every pleasure shock)
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Posted:May 14, 2015 3:51 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2015 4:39 am
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this game we play (or every pleasure shock)
You are breathing slowly
such admirable control
as my fingers tracking
caressing inner thigh and swirling
to the edge of your covered mount
and we are still driving
as you on bottom lip nibbling
as my fingers lightly pressing
feel moisture rising
and your hips move as reflex
this game we play to heighten
the arousal pulsing
heat and liquid natural
as fingers press more firmly
feel soft heat molten beneath
press material in and along
spreading the damp sensitive skin below
you let out a shallow moan
and if we were alone might be louder
for now my fingers rubbing
upon the nub aroused stroking
your hips rise once more
and your hand on my wrist gripping
trying to direct or hold back
the rush of feeling deep and rising
how hot your skin is rising
and your tongue across dry lips tracks
a flaring need in your glance
promises of pleasurable retribution
when you shall also tease me so
and my fingers leave your heat momentarily
to briskly breeze across your breasts
wriggle nub of nipple risen
where beneath cloth imprisoned
and as if I had not done so
for my hand slides deeper between your thighs
pressing tighter as your hips rise
sending fresh showers electric
sensations so deeply connected
a flush of heat rolls over you
you squirm and gasp
trying to hide the rolling pleasure
striking through heart of you
as my fingertips skipping
beneath edge of your underwear dripping
moisture here and heat delightful
hungry for these touches many
shared between me and you
your closed eyes open briefly
partly glazed and seeing me
as if for the first time
then you close your thighs
close eyes with a sigh
as my fingertips questing
deep inside you are nesting
stroking and stroking and caressing
from within to without
as you rock upon sensation
trying to keep all hidden
as from deep inside the feeling biddened
come rolling forth so glorious
teeth gnawing on your lips
lean into me to hide
the ecstatic twist of your face
as heart beating you race
to wet heat delightful giving
breathing held and body rigid
this is not frigid is meltdown
a trembling in your body
a shudder in your soul
as on my fingers stroking rock
accepting and enjoying
every single pulsing pleasure shock.
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city cold body hot
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Posted:May 12, 2015 4:29 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 4:50 am
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City cold body hot
Concrete cold and hard
windows reflecting steel
work for those without a card
this is the city's deal
lay yourself open to dissection
this city has a pitiless gaze
no corner for reflection
so swiftly move down this maze
a thousand hands constantly reaching
such competition for what is
your defences human breaching
seems no time or chance for redeeming kiss
soft and warm surround
your embrace a chance
boudoir haven found
our own measured managed dance
with city thoughts and ways left outside
we in loving sensual can aspire
to soul and body demands coincide
as we allow spark to become flames of desire
hands to arching body caress
tongues speak no lies in pleasure bring
allow self to become a joyous wet mess
as bodies and souls sated sing
this hard city harsh maybe uncaring and bleak
we renounce such thoughts as our kisses soar
for this city maybe no place for lovers or the meek
yet loving rich we allow a life of sensual humanity raw
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to a curve of smile
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Posted:May 7, 2015 4:33 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 4:50 am
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to a curve of smileLean against me for a while
carry this frown to a curve of smile
outside the weather has turn inclement
wonder who the hell sent it
sky is black and day seems long
these arms weary no longer feel strong
and yet encircled in embrace
we together this future face
in our bed we set our joys
refuse by life to be directed toys
our happiness form and affirm
in kisses long and hot confirm
the raging passions still molten deep
how dreams of you still stir my sleep
and when you lean against me
share the love as this love be
then the future weight is lifted
all fate and Time in moment shifted
see your smile and feel your heat
discover anew joy of your heartbeat
instead of misery we while away the day
upon a bed in sensual caring play
strip the wounds and scars of life
make you keen and sharp as a knife
glowing in the shadow of our desire
far from where life would our lives mire
together all things we can do
beneath these sheets just me and you.
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Al fresco by the sea
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Posted:May 5, 2015 5:54 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 4:50 am
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Al fresco by the sea
The sound of the sea a backdrop to our endeavours, close together we hold, you in front of me, I leaning against a post, you leaning into me, both looking out to sea. Late evening and the Sun has slipped away, the night air is warm, but there is a growing darkness.
Lips move and caress shell of your ear, lightly licking and sucking, as my arms around your waist tighten slightly. You move back against me, leaning more solidly into me, moving your hips as if in counterpoint to the sea rising and falling against the rocks and over the sand of the beach.
My lips explore those sweeping beaches of your skin, tracing from ear, down neck, the fine downy hair beneath my tongue, as I slowly delve to find your feelings, track your reactions. You murmur something, carried off by wind. Probably encouragement, and one of my arms slips from waist, nuzzles underneath your top, slips across the warm expanses of skin, till reaching higher reaches your bra, and hand lightly cups over the rounded form in side; and thumb presses, flicks, and crosses, taut nipple rising.
"I said, there are people here."
Though I notice you do not move my hand, from where it is caressing your breast. And I notice you move back, to be even closer, to press your rounded buttocks against my own arousal, my own insistent hardness. I can feel your heat growing. And my lips move to side of your neck, and a deep long kiss sucking lightly, yet firmly, at the skin there.
My other hand around your waist, moves forward, and settles between your thighs.
"Are they looking at us? Does having the chance of being caught out excite you?"
You take a breath, and at my words, squirm just a little, perhaps getting more comfortable, perhaps to simply rub my hardness with your body's firmness, to tease me as I am teasing you.
"Not now, and no."
My free hand presses between your thighs, fingertips pressing down, strongly, feeling the heat and softness beneath, and stroking through the material of your jeans at the swollen lips of your arousal. I feel the heat.
"This says, this lie detector, says you are getting excited. Tell me if they look this way again."
And my fingers agilely pull down zip of your tight jeans, not undoing the button, and slip in to stroke across your heated core, press your already moist material, in and along the damp full ridges within.
"You should........ohhhh"
I should stop, or go, or stroke harder, or with questing fingers delve deeper, and with my hand, those fingers now caress over, and against where your clitoris would be; and without regard for dislocated wrist, or disjointed fingers, slip, and slide, and wriggle, my fingers beneath your underwear, so fingertips are grazing, barely touching, and lifting the dewy moisture of your arousal.
"They are looking, coming back"
I turn you to face me, and begin a long kiss, for what is truly wrong about a couple sharing a passionate kiss, and my hand which was at your breast is against your hips, your back, lightly pressing you in, onto my other hand, still in your jeans, those fingers lightly stroking, fingertips lightly brushing over your aroused inner lips, lifting dew from walls, and then I hear the spasm in your breath; as my fingers stroke over your aroused clit escaping from its hidden nook, so exposed, and sensitive, and aroused.
You kiss accelerates, sucking on my tongue, our tongues urgent in their tasting, wanting, for the other.
Hear their footsteps as they walk by, and a comment or two, a small laugh, I suspect they think we should get a room. I am thinking a room would be fine, or that wide park bench further along this path, with you on my lap, bra in your pocket, blouse undone, my lips at your nipples, rocking and riding on me....
ever gone outside and made love to someone without caring who might see, or who might look, or perhaps hoping they might? Had sex al fresco.
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storms
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Posted:Apr 30, 2015 6:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2015 7:26 am
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when Nature calls storms
Outside the night is so dark, and we are so distant from city lights, seems a giant handful of stardust has been scattered across arching black blanket of the sky. Then the sky dims, as from a land of snow and ice, a storm epic flows across the sky. Thunder-head clouds reaching to edge of space.
We ensure the tent is secure, double the pegs in each loop, dig a gutter to direct water away from tent, then we slip inside and close the zips. Now the wind has risen, from a murmur to a howling mosh-pit. Darkness is absolute, and under the light of a single old torch we open our sleeping bags, undo the zip from end to end, then connecting the two skins of sleeping bags, zip them up as one.
I hold the torch as you slip out of the heavier hiking clothes, you stand before, half naked and shiver. My wandering coveting eyes note how your nipples have hardened beneath your thin bra, and the goosebumps on your legs running up your thighs, and under the edge of your panties. My own disrobing is a much less sensual sight, as I disrobe quickly feeling the air going colder by the minute.
Slip into the linked sleeping bag, draw you close, as I notice your hand briefly deposit your remaining garments outside the sleeping bag, as the torch goes out, and my cold hands seek out the warmth of your body. Moving closer we leave the wind and rain to the world outside, and we explore each other in the darkness anonymous.
In my palm the weight of your breast nestles, and my fingers stroke its orbed shape, as my thumb lightly strums your nipple. In the moment our kisses interested, become more deeply fascinating, and on tongue and lips we suck, devour, and contest to know the taste of the other better.
Our legs entangle, anxious to always be closer, closer, brushing and rocking against each, and from the juncture of your thighs I feel the molten heat of your desire, as you would feel the strident hardness of my own. My hands slip, and caress your soft thighs, and lips leave lips, and each explore the other body, and my own nip upon your throat, suckle upon the sweet flesh of your neck.
Fingers trail, and delve, bringing from your mouth sighs, and exclamations, as fingertips draw juices fresh, and roll and rub them around the entrance to your core, and over the sweet sensitive bud aroused.
Your legs lock around my hip, and draw me deep into your heat, and moving our hips we set a rhythm, as the storm rages, we are unaware except the sweet taste of each other, how a trailing set of fingers can brush, and lift, buttocks, to confirm a new position delicious, or a hand to hip, steady, as deeper thrusts, and spiralling out, new rhythms delivered at.
Lightning snaps at sky, and in translucent glare I see your face, hair growing sweaty and wild, eyes closed in pleasure taken, you shake and rock, your lips close over my mine, and electric lightning through our thoughts, rumble of thunder inside and out.
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stretch the friendship (humour!?)
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Posted:Apr 27, 2015 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2015 7:05 pm
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stretch the friendship
Will this stretch the friendship
or merely add to a sense of closer kinship
as our faces closer gather
and those faces with kisses wet lather
as if two puppies with tongues for tails
we wag and wag and wag as kissing never fails
to bring a heat and tremor to your skin
make me outside want to get in
a purring line of sound from zip
as we unclothe or disrobe or simply strip
naked before each other as day we were born
but my god how we have grown
could hang an umbrella on that you say
I reply those are great pineapples on display
in a lust overpowering we fall on each other
our kisses hungry drag breath and we almost smother
each limb entangled with other limb
two crabs colliding trying to swim
somehow my aerial finds right frequency
inside your radio station pulses with greater urgency
council would not approve this edifice we create
to moist and leaking and sticky and wet as we mate
the sounds we make shakes the walls
as if a troop of drunken riotous baboon calls
abruptly we are there glorious as the Sun
swooning as pumping and bumping we cum
would this stretch the friendship too far
to consider another go when I gain a reception bar
if we were to later perform sexual joinery in the car
for I want you to discover my auto-erotic bizarre.
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to horizon
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Posted:Apr 23, 2015 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2015 9:38 pm
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to horizon
stretch dreams to horizons
thoughts of unrealised liaisons
place aspirations in a foreign city
if today you dress simply or pretty
wondering what weather there
up or down or coloured hair
is today for work or play
friends or colleagues to meet today
beyond horizon your life continues
as I live my own my thoughts mingle
do you think of me as you walk
interruptions in words as you talk
if those lips which purse were to be kissed
could we allow each other bliss
in distance far you live and breath
and loving warmth we seek to weave
conjure from the words exchanged
the other who until now was strange
perhaps become a friend and respect earn
as about each other together learn
one day horizon contain we too
and then each other we shall view
then perhaps share a kiss or four
desire sprouting might share more
until such day we wait and ponder
is this passing phase or is this ongoing wonder .
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in kissing we explore (or the simplicity of meeting)
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Posted:Apr 21, 2015 9:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2015 7:18 am
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in kissing explore
dare we break this silence
reach across and lips meet
your eyes open watching mine
then I slowly close mine
simply luxuriating in the kiss
as kiss is slowly developing
lips to lips and lightly sucked
tracing with wandering mouth
your chin and edge of smile
this kiss could be forever
and still not fill this time
mortal we blessed by such a gift
at ease the kiss continues
not rampaging simply tasting
exploring the delight of your mouth
tangling with tip of tongue
seeking consent deeper
in this kiss we share
and surfacing I see
your own eyes are closed
and the smile you wear
for the kiss and for us
if a single day to share
this heat and desire keen
this respect and understanding
then this single day benefit
all of life's learnings sensual
education and knowledge rich
we can share through kiss
lipstick gone from your lips of rouge
darting pink tongue between as you speak
and we pick up where we left off
conversation hanging at the silence
the pause which needed to be filled
and as you speak a new huskiness
a sweet rich tremor in your voice
a tone matched by my own
of how good that felt
this kiss on edge of silence
in which discovered so much about
the other with velvet lips
warmth of Sun within
and we talk a while
and sweet new silence begin
and leaning in once more
in kissing we explore.
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teasing when driving
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Posted:Apr 21, 2015 6:24 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2015 5:48 am
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teasing when driving
driving slowly at night
stars outside bright
our own interest here
as we move near
the centre console divides
and so across hand slides
sits on your thigh as you drive
above knee and so alive
gentle touches and strokes
swirling caresses as we share jokes
you trying to focus on the road ahead
my swirling sensual fingers making you think of bed
sliding up meet buttons of your jeans
ignore and pull down zip of dreams
my fingers slide inside
across your underwear slide
barely enough space to fingers move
as fingers seek the lines of your groove
tracing across the edge of mound
you let out a gentle sighing sound
what lies beneath discovered
this passion and lust uncovered
stroking brushes swirl across
and you are at a loss
trying to concentrate on driving safe
allowing small noises to escape
a sign a murmur a deep groan
thank goodness we are alone
and those fingers show no respite
as the feelings deep begin to bite
you gnaw on your lower lip
as fingers diligent lower slip
a shudder and lift of hips
as your focus lifts
such a dangerous game to play
as we drive along our way
succumbing to the attentions dexterous
which make you so restless
shifting in the driver's seat
trying to re-site this growing heat
fingers sensitive can feel new moisture rising
no need to be summarising
the feelings surging hold you firm
as in your seat you squirm
gripping steering wheel to stay upright
as we drive through the night
no longer keeping the speed up
we have almost eased to a stop
on the right you see a road and indicate
turn the car seeking place to placate
sensations fusing through your body raw
as we stop you open your door
out you get and into the back
dragging me to follow as kisses track
hungry kisses demanding so much more
damp and hot as your core
my own ambition and arousal firm
and you take a hold to make me squirm
the teasing biter is now bit
as you demand between your thighs I sit
sliding further forward a thrust of enquiry
meets the melting dampness and hair wiry
muscles grip as between walls soft hardness delves
two apart in a moment of passion melds
we begin to rock your hands on my hip
such a tight driving wanting grip
our lips devouring each other
tongues deep in mouths of one another
no words have we only actions many
as don't notice night air cold and clammy
this heat which infuses entire focus
you are my entire thoughts locus
our breathing is set in rhythm same
as we reach peak of this game
no more teasing strokes or kisses searching
we now are new depths erotic breaching
through us both this fire sends a shiver
our muscles taut and working quiver
we hold each other and out loud exclaim
as orgasm rushing down on us like a train
not conscious of where only of you
as together we leap eyes open view
the depths of your gaze and delight inside
as muscles spasming deep within coincide
so we hold tight in limbs embrace
as these tremors set hearts to race
all functions in a moment of death stop
as on precipice of ecstasy we are atop
then crashing over we fall to Earth
grabbing for a life giving breath
entangled in each other true
having experienced this loving of me and you
*so who wants to be the driver?
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kisses raw, wanting.
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Posted:Apr 20, 2015 1:15 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 4:50 am
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kisses raw, wanting
The party had been raging for some time, and we had passed one or four times too many. Taking notice of each other, and maybe the music or the way the lights died in the darker corners of the garden, made us look interesting, and attractive, and after a drink or two, with one thirst conquered another was rising.
And so we noticed each other, and managed to brush against each other in passing, feeling the heat. Except you were there with your partner of the time, and I was not, and I didn't really care to be the third wheel.
So we drifted across, and around the party, talking to other people, and chatting about the mundane and silly things people do at a party, frequented by friends, work colleagues, and freshly made acquaintances; and we had never met before.
And we were aware of each other, a look would pass between us, and I would shiver, and you would glance away for a moment, and check where your partner was, and then return my glance. There was something heavy and humid in those looks. Each glance seemed to turn a notch up inside myself of some dial I had not known I even possessed.
There was a back room, where the lights were mainly off, and here some people I had never met were talking and I had wandered in, drink in hand, and realised there was no one there I felt comfortable talking too, and the night had been growing longer, and I was ready to leave; and then you walked into that selfsame room.
The room was too dark to see faces properly, and the light tended to die when someone closed the door, and I knew it was you by how you moved, by the shape of your shoulders, how you moved, the lines of your face....and I could see you had realised the same as I. There was no one here you knew well enough to talk to, but I was there, and we did know each other vaguely.
So you came over, and stood close, and we shared a few words. I set my drink down, and you set yours down. The usual party chit-chat about life, and what are you doing, and all the time the heat between us was growing higher, the tension winding, and our hands seemed to naturally meet and hold, and we leant into each other, and using the music outside as an excuse we leaned into each other to catch each other's words, and I was mesmerised by the glow of your eyes, the fevered heat of your brow, the beauty erotic of your entirety. And I could feel your pulse, as I held your hand. And knew my own pulse was shaking my entire body, and completely alien to every instinct I had borne in my life till then, I leant in closer, and we kissed.
Hot and fevered and urgent and wanting, and you as eager as I, and all breathing was set aside, as we kissed, and your pulse rocked, and your hand pressed against my lower arm supporting yourself, and we were leaning, pressing into each other, and I could taste your arousal, your interest, even your own aroused wetness and taste of your juices in that kiss, and I was sure you could feel the hardness of my own desire, of my wanting, and lust, and passion for you, and the kiss was wet, burning, and merging, from which neither of is wished to escape.....
.....and I could not say how long in Time it lasted, or how short, but when someone opened the door and light briefly flooded in casting back the shadows of that room, we moved smoothly apart, nodding as if we had just been exchanging some casual companionable party conversation - though who were we thinking we could be fooling - I still held your hand, and our fingers were entwined, under and over each other, sweatily tangled as lovers might be on the sweaty stained mattress of their love making, - as we stood there glowing, hot and sweaty, and lusting, and desiring, and waiting for the door to close again.
And when the door closed again we kiss, hungrily, avidly, intently, blindly, all-consuming of focus and attention and affectation. Your tongue sensually lashing across my own, or breath shared, so hot, and hungrily, as we gasped for air, and refused to break the lips locked together, and through your clothes, I could feel your body, and you would have felt mine, and I caressed the skin beneath, and my senses knew your shape, and the curves delicious and full of your body, and our kisses wet and melting and melding continued. Till finally for reasons of self-survival, and the need to recharge our lungs with breath we paused, pressed against each other, still standing up, somehow you were perfect fitted within my embrace, and I could feel the heat of you.
The door opened, and the light came in anew, and you stepped back half a step, and looked at me. I could see reflected there the same passion and desire, the same raw surging wanting and undiminished lust, which these kisses had not quelled, instead those kisses were as if a great bellows blowing upon the embers of a great hearth, and now the fire roaring had taken hold, and we were giddy and needing and wanting, and I felt high as if your kisses were the sweetest drugs I had ever done, and in your face, that beautiful face, I saw revealed the stark unconcealed beauty of being completely wanted and desired.
We stood apart, burning, and you stepped towards the door. And I in my discretion waited, and did not join you as you went through the door, to the wider party outside, and as you went to go through the door you paused, and looked back; and I knew then. Then I knew, my body chimed a note deep and urgent, which I could see reflected, and echoing your own; that we would later, later this night, share more kisses, and more than kisses..........
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best kisses
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Posted:Apr 19, 2015 9:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2015 12:31 am
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best kisses
best kisses set in mind
best kisses do it every time
best kisses are a time to share
best kisses command if you dare
best kisses helium light
best kisses illuminate night
best kisses accept who you are
best kisses steam up windows on your car
best kisses demand constant attention
best kisses adhere to no convention
best kisses lips full and soft
best kisses lips thin passion worn
best kisses arouse you deep
best kisses roam dreams in sleep
best kisses wet and hot and melting
best kisses anvil hot for love smelting
best kisses need not only meet lips
best kisses cause arousal drips
best kisses make you gasp and wonder
best kisses allow no thought beyond her
best kisses make lust explode in action
best kisses quell any distraction
best kisses longer than a season
best kisses short and full of passion's reason
best kisses stolen as New Year's celebrate
best kisses bought at fair or fete
best kisses make you curl and writhe
best kisses make lava deep inside
best kisses allow you to feel secure
best kisses ferment love to mature
best kisses any time of day
best kisses at work or play
best kisses always when you want them too
best kisses when is me and you
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Sunburn
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Posted:Apr 16, 2015 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2015 9:08 pm
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SunburnNoble Sun would hide its ignorant head in shame
if it knew for your shoulders redness it was to blame
this heat arising from where Sun has too heavy met
the cracked soft and sensual skin with aloe vera I wet
you must lean back and do practically nothing
for your shoulders and body need some soothing
beautiful still in every way you are to me
a slash of redness hides not curving hips and bosom rich I see
a Renaissance model looking out for a Da Vinci
to paint this beauty for all to appreciate
and now it seems my caressing strokes of succour
have caused a different reaction to occur
though you play the role of patient well
I note how your nipples in arousal swell
your eyes are closed in trust you rest
and I feel a stirring in my own breast
a single bottom of bikini your complete attire
looking upon such beauty I would never tire
now you fix me with gaze smouldering
I realise the sensual intent of the one I am holding
your head moves and lips meet my own
as we kiss release a tiny mewling groan
the heat felt now is not work of distant Sun
this close and formidable heat is of our own
kisses fall as cherry petals thick
as we together softly click
somehow your last garment has escaped
fingers down my chest to hardness scraped
of sunburn now we have forgotten
skin so soft and kisses sweet instead are gotten
deep inside chemical spills of endorphins spread
dissolve all pain and ecstasy brewed inside head
moving faster as if we raced the taunting setting Sun
until with dusk cry loud we arrive and come
then against each other in weary comfort rest
as aloe vera smeared on sunburn does its best.
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