Music from the sax played into the wind...
Pale moonlight dancing in the darkness of the trees...
Warm air wisping at my hair as I brush the long bronze tresses one hundred
strokes...
White cotton nightie
clinging to my soft firm breasts ... nipples standing alert.
Thighs slightly parted
revealing a bronze soft mound of pleasure...
As you take the brush
stroking my hair ... mmm.
Your touch.
I stand
passionately kiss your waiting lips.
Shivers of desire run down my spine
igniting a fire in your loins...
Ohh I love you so...Come lets make love...
Ohh I do want you now ... here...on the verandah in the night air.
Come into my soft pleasures...
drink of me...I thirst for you.
Hold me through the night....
Soaring to heights of no control... Ahh yes...I am yours totally...
I love you so...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Athena C. Beauchamp
Closing my eyes,
I am lost in the essence of the moment.
His strong hands tracing my body,
caressing me, leisurely arousing me.
A warm tide of tingling excitement
floods through my body.
My trembling lips,
slackened and parted
as his lips possess mine.
Coming together as forged irons
our kisses now savage and fierce,
devouring as our tongues meet
with hungry impatience.
Closing my eyes
I am breathless and panting.
He parts my thighs
and presses deep within me,
my heart is warmed with gladness.
Like a thousand twinkling stars
blending into a single sun.
The naked hunger that caught us both,
into a sweet violent whirlwind.
A white hot passion.
Arching against him,
I open my thighs
and meet his deep thrusts,
with all the vigor in my trembling body.
Magic it is,
a stunning expanding bloom
of ravaging rapture.
Wildly soaring ecstasy bursting upon us.
As one,
belonging, possessing, giving, and taking.
Sated, we lay entwined warm,
secure in each others arms.
Knowing the strange peace
I have found no where else.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx-Athena C. Beauchamp
Your mile-long legs, girlish, adolescent,
In platform shoes that bulge your calves, the net
Of stockings clinging tight. Your pale flesh seems wet,
Though this soft light makes it luminescent,
Revealing drum-tight loins that seem pubescent.
While your swan-like neck is bathed in sweat,
Your scented, heavy breasts heave in duet,
Dagger nails, a pearly opalescent.
And seem so confident, so supple, wild;
You are a woman, yet somehow a child,
Your silky, flowing platinum hair a treat,
For those who pay the price to touch that hair,
While lurching wildly with you in your lair.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-Michael Fantina
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