I write with my life spinning circles, ending always back at the beginning. I know now, I have done this to myself... I let myself get wrapped in this mess. Now, I need to get past it, I'm ready... I think so anyway. I have been for a while, thats where my life was before all this, I'm sorry you went through that, are going through that, I'm letting it go can you except that?
I’ll gently touch your hand, And you’ll give me a look That could enslave the wildest dream. I’ll raise your lips to be kissed in vain And enchant your mouth With the caress of an eager tongue. And if you’re angered I no farther meant than to please you, Release you, And receive your innocence.
On your electric breasts I’ll lay my hands, create light impressions To match and twin the marks of submission Which earlier you left on my back. Your breasts with a kind warm glow, They swell and talk with hardened tips. They stir, and desire to dance under my lips. Accompanied by the rhythms of heartbeats And the melancholy moans Release you, And receive your innocence
I’ll keep my eyes on yours, On soft skin my hands will stay. Look at a face kissed by angels, Feel skin envied by queens. All my senses infatuated with you, Each one ravished in delight. And with my body, Prepare your soul for an eternal night. In reaction, deep breaths, gasps, sighs. Wetness inside out, Tears from the cries of your erogenous instincts. Orgasmic hands form the arch in your back. Prisoners of lust and love sentenced to hold your eyelids closed. In ectasy, my waist surrounded by your legs, The air dipped with the essence of bonded love. And if you blame me, To you my goddess penitant I confess… I no farther meant than to please you, Release you, And give you my innocence.
see myself holding you close to me, Squeezing your body tight. But for all I see as I daydream- I know I'll get tenfold tonight.
Running my palms across your breast, As you tremble and bite your lip. Feeling your hands upon my chest, The softness of each fingertip.
Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft, And slowly lowering my kiss. Over pert nipples, across your navel, And finally into pure bliss.
Looking upon your face from below- As you tilt back your head. Feeling your fountains begin to flow- As you ease back on the bed.
Your "innocent little devil" look- Crying insatiably with the sensation. Lip to lip lapping up every drip- From the well of your creation.
The way you pull me up by the hair- To the heat of your mouth, on fire. No other thoughts, no other cares, Just the quenching of mad desire.
Riding the tide of passion, Pushing my love into you. On the waves of your emotion- In slow motion, so sweet and true.
Pulse pounding in resounding rapture, Taken to the hilt, then just past. Rhythm growing, faces glowing, The climax coming fast.
That heated, illicit look- Of ecstasy across your eyes. The culmination nearing- Within your undulating thighs. Echoing throughout the heavens- On overindulgent cries.
The sultry look upon your face- In reaching that gyrating gush. The way you bite my fingers- When I try to make you hush.
Your arching back, your fingernails, Your perfume mixed with sweat. The way you keep rubbing against me- With your insides already so wet.
The way when I'm beat dead and ready- To fall face first to the floor, You put your sweet lips to my ear- And whisper, "I want more! "
