Hot Nights
I hear his soft and tender words,As his breath brushes across my body,
Holding me gently as we lay together,
His eyes search my own,
Reaching into the depths of my soul.
His fingers trace invisible lines across my skin.
And circle my firm breasts,
Sending tingles deep into my stomach.
The room fades into oblivion as my passion mounts.
Slipping my hands lower he trembles at my touch,
Hot and throbbing as my tongue reaches to caresses him.
Tasting his wonderful nectar as I take him between my lips.
His breath heavy and his voice deep as he whispers my name.
Hips rising and falling as the tempo increases,
Hands pressed to the nape of my neck,
Holding on, not wantinng me to lost the rythem.
He shudders as he peaks, unable to hold back any longer,
Exploding his sweet passion where he lay deep between my lips.
And as the final shudders of love drift away,
We lay together once more, embracing the love we shared.
Poetry by Storm-fire
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Written on 2006-12-12 at 21:26
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