Making Love  

mysteriesofme 45F
253 posts
4/3/2006 12:25 pm

Last Read:
4/11/2006 8:35 am

Making Love

the ghost of his kiss
I feel on my neck
his wet tongue
melting
down between these legs
it's getting wet, so wet
my nipples harden to feel his touch
soothed with his chest
bare skin upon
warm soft flesh
my legs wrap around
and cling on
bracing
not to be washed away
with rippling moans
Feeling his groans
Eyes meet in the middle
of the thoughts

dreams

butt... this touch is real
this taste
these sounds
coming over me, baby
we drown
into one
his exhale
fills my lungs
as his empty
mine fills
passion
we are just riding waves
going with the e'motion
that finds, lost souls
as they wander the Earth


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