Morning Play  

eriedragon4 57M
2737 posts
4/23/2006 10:05 pm

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4/28/2006 11:50 pm

Morning Play

These voluptuosly familiar games
we play nude in warm bedsheets
as the morning frost
crackles in the sun
are a truer token of
love than any other.
To say "I love" is
like scratching a bugbite;
our beds have been shared
with strangers
in distant embraces of flesh.
That sensational awe
which nulls me
into an intermingled
element of all
but especially you
as you gasp and shudder
in like transport seems
too mysterious
to credit as proof
of more than some
physical match of taste.
But those impulsive
squeezes and tickles
when we soften our
thorns and play with
the ultimate toys-
how can I explain?
When in kissing your sternum,
I press your breasts
to my cheeks and blow,
that flatulent sound says
"I love you"
more truly than any other.

eriedragon4 57M
1076 posts
4/28/2006 11:50 pm

what would brekfast be without muffins?

muffin490 38F
1 post
4/26/2006 6:03 pm

can i join

LadytoPleaseYou 64F
5447 posts
4/24/2006 11:16 am

too cute...I love it

PENIS CHARMING....where are you?

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