Your lips
soft and fragrant,
pressed to mine,
this caress
so very fine.
I press my lips
against your sweet neck,
molding my body
tightly to yours.
Of course
I want more,
to slip and slide,
to somehow hide
my hand inside
of you.
Exploring you,
imploring you
to grind your fragile hips,
these lips
moist, wet
so succulent
and spent
against my hand,
my heart.
I drop to my knees,
if you please.

04/03/2011

Posted on 04/03/2011
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