Shaowers of passion
The warm water trickles over my skin,Coursing into a river between my breasts
As the heat from the cascading droplets
Raises my temperature within,
I close my eyes as the soap slides from my fingertips.
And gently allow my slippery hands to explore.
A light moan escapes my lips as tingles
make me shudder at my touch.
I know that you are watching me
As I allow my hands to linger over my sensative flower.
I can hear your breaths as they deepen
As I reveal myself you you.
Waiting, wanting you to join me.
Your hands warm and soft,
Gently slide over my aroused nipples
Cupping my breasts to your lips
And you eagerly suck
As a newborn wanting his first meal.
I moan gently as your hot tongue slides lower down my belly,
Your fingers probing, seeking my arousal.
I moan from deep within as you part my petals
And drink my sweet nectar.
Eager to release me from my arousal.
Your head firmly clasped between my thighs
I hold you until my world and brain explodes with passion.
And you hold me gently and firmly,
Under the trickling warm water,
As I slowly relax, my breathing returning to normal,
And finaly find myself back down on earth,
Warm and my arms gently holding you.
Poetry by Storm-fire
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Written on 2006-12-12 at 21:28
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