Sweat, Tongues, and Sex  

eriedragon4 58M
2737 posts
4/24/2006 8:58 am

Last Read:
4/30/2006 3:40 am

Sweat, Tongues, and Sex

It is in that hunger,
the starvation of skin and sweat,
which bewitches me.
I pin her beneath me
even though escape
is the last thing on her mind.
Like feral animals we match tongues
with the heat of two people still in love,
but also a basic lust
which ends with an orgasm
that empties the soul.
Oh that primal coupling!
The sight of her mouth bound around me,
thrusting into her throat,
barely capable of containing my gentleman's face.
I have ravished her a thousand times,
and every time thereafter
on top,
behind her,
she atop me with those
breasts swollen in expectation --
all these nights are Arabian and endless.
It ends with screams.
I growl her name and leave my mouth
on her neck.
I trace the cooling wave
of satiation down her spine
with my thumb.
It is love,
but it is something else as well.
It smells wonderful.
It is the desire
of two prisoners away from sex,
exiled within themselves.
It is the naked, tumultuous rolls
on the kitchen floor,
in an elevator,
over the front of my car
which keeps her
in the forefront of my fantasies.
I suffer no more self gratification,
only me thick through her
to that place a man is stopped
only by her completion.
My thighs heady with her,
I find my thoughts are scattered
and write on the wind.
I can ponder nothing.
Brood over nothing.
I just want it again, like a spoiled child,
I want more --
and I always,
get it.

moonfire2u 70F
2602 posts
4/25/2006 4:25 pm

Whew!!!...that one I rode like a wave....amazing, dragon, as always...

kind thoughts,

LadytoPleaseYou 65F
5447 posts
4/24/2006 11:09 am

He is the man my life centers on
Who fills me and makes me complete
It is the Lady he loves in me,
But the wanton slut that satisfies his needs
I am bold in his desires
My touch sets his soul on fire
I let him believe he is in control
But it is I who processes his gold
I let him take me where he will
For his pleasure is my desire
And my pleasure his goal.
To fuck like animals until the dawn
Or gently make love on the beach
At the setting of the sun
To tie and torture with sensual delight
To taste each other long into the night
To fantasize and tantalize
To play the role he wants of me.
He is my master, the man of my dreams
He is my love, my lover.

PENIS CHARMING....where are you?

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