Poetry of Erotic Origin  

4ormoreforplay 64M/54F
3 posts
3/27/2005 6:41 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Poetry of Erotic Origin


On a full moon night we let the world as it was known to us then to enter the harbor swimming nude as the waves washed over us, in our way, finding the liberation we could not have on land.
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HelgaBScratched 31
4 posts
3/27/2005 9:56 pm

Our legs felt the freedom they had craved. The freedom to be weightless and smooth. Our legs streched and caressed in this luke warm moonlight.


4ormoreforplay 64M/54F

4/4/2005 5:33 pm

So when the waves ravished us like lovers, and we could no longer hear the sound of horns from boats near the harbor...


rm_cumsplurge 56M

12/9/2005 1:34 pm

Placid waters ebbing to regroup under the mysterious pull of the lunar cycle....exhaustion....conservation of energy....floating in ecstacy...patiently yearning more....


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