When Softness Meets Hardness
Sweet and sassy me
I am on the floor,
won't you come baby, come.
I love to tease, I love to kiss.
Hush... hush...
I love to tease, I love to please.
Your time I'll freeze, You eyes I'll seize
'til you'll say: " Baby, please. Oh please!"
I shall make you sweat and spin.
Glossy rosy skin sparkle with exposed leg
Dare! ah! dare to come and feel.
Pout thin lips a delicious heart pink
honey wells anyone wants a drink
Bear, it's berry brush of thrill.
Silky black long hair: a cascading merry fair
on five inches silver stilettos
I stand sultry with a purpose
With red chiffon dress caressing my curves
my low breathy voice
jives with a saxophone
Singing a song: your choice
{swaying room as the music starts;
strangers making the most of the dark}
Half naked Adonis man
His fresh musky aroma a champ..
He comes in ravaging stan
Hard muscles round his arms
yummy! clad on cheesy creamy charms
on the floor
he comes to devour
a lady his eyes can't ignore
tossing shyness far, he astride slow for his star
There's a dazzle drizzle dash of wine
as they start to explore, explore!
A splash heightens their flower fever flush
slowly oh so slowly, they are wet and wild
her dress hugs her curves
{mounds on silhouette view}
so his jeans clang verve
{his hardness a second skin}
eyes to eyes they speak
hips to hips they meet
Holding hands tight
they begin a dance of delight
softness on lambada with hardness
each stroke. each sway
their touch kindles a fire
their desirous nerves wired
{as he blew air to her ears}
he draws her near... near.
one hand on her rear
pressed to his frontier
another hand to boil a rocket stir
lingering to the hollow of her neck to her shoulders
he ran bites and nibbles
his other hand travels up
burying his fingers to her smooth hair
playful bites and nibbles turned to rain of kisses
here and there, focusing on her pulses
then he licks salty sweet taste
quenching his thirst to her supple lips
tongue fencing begun languidly
leaving them breathless
wanting... yearning more..
slowly he strips her dress..
{nothing to miss, for all is a feast}
gazing long and thick to her pristine pearl peaks
while his hands hover on heaven havens
in rhythm that of a wedding march
tracing. kneading. rubbing.
on and on. on and on.
sighs a crackling shifts
thudding heartbeats a tropical flee.
on and on. on and on...
(c)
11:05pm
October 04, 2014
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