We are all in this together
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Posted:May 15, 2013 7:56 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2014 10:48 am
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A sticky introduction here...
I hope to use this blog to post writings, prose and poetry, and observations.
Please feel free to comment on anything posted, or to contact me regardless. For myself, I do my darnedest not to pass judgement, life is too short for that. I hope you agree.
Lastly, I think that a site like this is best with mutual respect for each other, after all, we are in this together. Enjoy!
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Poem: Candlelight Dance
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Posted:Jan 9, 2014 6:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2014 11:29 pm
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Being the recipient of another's eroticism is a wondrous pleasure... but your responsive reciprocation is a gift for both, and the door for so much more.
Candlelight Dance
Here is how I see you tonight
A reflection in the glass....
Electric rhythm softly pounds
I see you move with grace
To me you come
The steady drum
I move seductively
Our hands entwine
You sway divine
My eyes upon your face.
The candlelight does tease my eyes
Your body teases me
You sweetly slide
From side to side
Your form upon my own
To you I vow
To love you now
For we are here alone.
You pull my hands up higher as
You place them on your breasts
You spiral down, then up again
Nails dragging on my chest
I feel a pounding in my loins
Your movement surely sires
And as you slide along my length
You're fanning all my fires
And all the while you smile at me
Your eyes are locked with mine
I scent your sweetness rise to me
Forever would I dine
For there could be no other
That could make me feel this way
And yet you pull away from me
It thrills me how you play!
You move alone, your fingers roam
I love the way you tease
And when they slide between your lips
I am brought down to my knees
For I am overpowered
By your sensuality
I cannot help but hold myself
Until you come for me.
The candlelight does tease my eyes
Your Eros teases me
You beckon me
To you I rise
For you my passion cries
To bed, we'll play
Here everyday
For you, I'll always be.
And this is what I see tonight...
This dance of you and me.
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Poem: Melt
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Posted:Sep 20, 2013 11:52 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2014 6:07 pm
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The senses... without them, sex and lovemaking are simply release.
Melt
The kiss inside me melts
When I muse on your sweet lips
To wander and roam
With the wetness you own
To raise my desire
And set me on fire!
You melt me wet with your kiss.
This velvety love that you share,
So precious and rare, you take me with dare
The sweetest, most wonderful kiss
To love me like this.
The soul inside me melts
When you raise me with your touch
To trace and to tease
And bring me forth to please
Explore with your fingers
Caress here and linger
You melt me deep with your touch.
With velvety swirls you excite
Caress to ignite, you freely incite
And launch me to sensuous fire
You feed my desire.
My hesitation melts
When you rub against me now
Your wetness of wine
Delicious and divine
You wet me with passion
You melt me whole with your love.
Your garden is moist without fear
You're bringing me near with loving so dear
Show me with your wetness how
You're wanting me now.
Copyright ©2013 Eros_y_pasion
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Poem: Our Desire
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Posted:Aug 17, 2013 5:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 1:15 am
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Keeping with the belief that loving physically and emotionally are shared experiences, and not rendered by one hand alone; it's important for me to remember, anyway, that it takes two (or more!) 
Our Desire
To have you here with me... our hunger on this night
You crave me with your kiss, I crave to fill you tight.
Your need now, is to take me, in every way you can
My want will let you do what is pleasure to this man.
For as we kiss tonight, and we embrace with love
Our touches bring us to what we've been dreaming of.
I touch your length completely, I linger where you feel
The deepest of your passions, where loving is so real.
I touch you light and gently, yet with Eros to excite
Your body moves here with me, our passion is so right.
You reach below and grasp me, your hands, erotic touch
It quivers 'neath your fingers, and loves this feel so much!
We rock and sway delicious, sweet dancing with our hands
The candlelight revealing what our needs here do command
For now you choose to grace me, an extraordinary kiss
And lower down to face me, to share with me your bliss.
You pull me hungry to you, you grasp me from behind
I feel your breath upon me, I think I'll lose my mind!
Your lips do part here for me, their want reveals your tongue
This beauty drives me wild, with what is to be done.
Your hands now grab upon my hips, your breasts upon my thighs
Caressing it upon your face, it hardens to its size
For trace then, here upon me, your tongue, so wet and warm
With silkiness you tease along this throbbing, rigid form.
And now your hands do seize me as you bring me to your lips
Your breath is warm upon me, and control here nearly slips
My pleasured gasps encourage as you finally take me whole
And cover me delicious as my hips begin to roll.
You bring me such excitement as you slide along its length
A suckling kiss that charms me deep, much deeper than you'd think
For here, this beauteous woman, the savior of my heart
She takes me oh, so sweetly, I'm captured by her art.
I feel release is nearing as you taste me to devour
To and fro you slide on me, this sweet and pleasured hour
You love me wetly with your tongue, your moans raise my desire
Your lips caress with velvet touch, you've set this man on fire!
For if my eyes could close right now, I'd see but blinding light
Still, I could never take them from this dear, delightful sight
And as our eyes return a kiss, my passions start to spill
Your muffled moans, volcanic flow, your kiss I do now fill.
My cries of pleasure rack me hard, you taste me so complete
You taste me sweetly with your love, I'm shaking on my feet
And now I lower so that I can kiss you deep and long
And hold you close to share our heat, our sighs become a song.
I love you like I've never dreamed, you've set my soul aflame
I feel emotions well inside, I want for you the same
For as our lips caress my want, they're raising up your need
I gently lay you on your back, for soon my love will feed.
I know that always you will want, to share your love so free
And with your kiss I celebrate this angel sent to me.
Copyright ©2013 Eros_y_pasion
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Poem: Delicious
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Posted:Aug 3, 2013 9:41 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 1:15 am
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By now, you may be under the impression that I love going down on a woman... you'd be right!
Delicious
Delicious you are, delicious you'll be
A sweet taste of heaven you soon are for me
For as I dream lightly and as I dream tight
I dream how I'll find you, I'll dream this tonight.
No matter to where and less so to when
It's now, as we slumber, my kisses I'll send
To cover your face, your neck and your hair
And tease you delightful, you'll know I've been there.
These kisses precede a most sensuous touch
To tempt you to passions we are wanting so much
For each time I see you my senses ignite
Desiring to kiss you and hold you so tight.
Along with my touches, along with my kiss
Petals from roses, to cover with bliss
Your body, that I dream of, to kiss you complete
My lips move these petals to taste you so sweet.
For this is my dream, of you I devour
To taste you completely, on this midnight hour
For as we both rest, and as we both lay
These lips long to take you in every way.
Your beauty compels me, I dream how you'll be
When passion is ours and it's left up to we
To share as we're meant, and to do as we may
Your beauty does keep me alive in this way.
Copyright ©2013 Eros_y_pasion
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Poem: Peace Upon You
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Posted:Jul 16, 2013 12:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 1:15 am
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You know, even amidst a culture and history of material gain and accumulation, there are some things that cannot be overvalued...
Peace Upon You
Had I brought some peace upon you
When you were wrapped in time felt need?
Or calling it want, you think I don't see
Confusing for lust, when we sit so lost?
For this night we share no dreams of sorrow
For we feel no need to build one for each other
And now we share one tiny dream
A moment when it's us we see
With this lustful love of what could be...
Said complications set aside, for this, our brief respite
And seeking in that moment, for here, just right
Thus kneeling before you, my hands locked in yours
Your eyes glisten brightly, your robe somehow loose
Your thighs shiver slightly, my arms lay upon them
Our gaze locked so tightly, with your heart now open
And your legs part open, with your trust, here waiting
Gentle lust borne of love...
Your hands in mine, they start the calling
I rise up to your eyes, my mouth finds yours
Our moans cry abandon, heartbeats withstanding
My kiss descends slowly, your neck found deftly
My lips slide gently, sweetly... softly
Wet taste on your skin, breasts heave dearly
Their taut rise and fall, leads me to your all
And brings me here, down to your fire.
Taking all in with tender sight,
Your scent of desire, delight!
My eyes thus following my lips
My face now level to your hips
Your blossom moist of your dew
My want is made solely of you.
And how that your calling does shift
My lips, to your pleasure, here drift.
A kiss begins with tenderness
And rapid, soon will come
For now I savor everything
A lush and lounging tongue.
You slide more to me off the chair
Your legs rest on my shoulders
You reach behind and grasp the back
I reach beneath with love and dare.
You urge me with a hitching sigh
I drink you deeply, probing long
You shudder, cry and love with ease
These passions make us high.
Much more than once, your ecstasy
It racks with wave and wave
Deliciousness can only say
The words here waiting for their day
Until then, love me in this way
Accept the peace on which I lay
Upon your sweetness, wet and warm
Protected from all harm.
Tonight there is no other love
Tonight my kisses, deep and true
Tonight we share this only way
With peace lain here upon you.
Now as you lay so soft in sleep
With just the lightest of covers
I touch you with a gentle hand
And warm you with my love.
Copyright ©2013 Eros_y_pasion
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Poem: Wet
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Posted:Jun 29, 2013 2:06 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:08 pm
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A different kind of oral sex, a unique passion...
Wet
Moments ago
To my surprise
I could not see your eyes
You came to me
While I toweled dry
So silent from behind
The towel went down
My empty hands
You held fast to my side
I felt your breath
caress my skin
My pleasure could not hide
Your lips began
To dance along
the middle of my back
So wet! So hot!
I stood in awe
My will began to slack
For not so much
that I gave in
You would not be denied
With passion
You have captured me
You knew this when I sighed
For to and fro
along my skin
Your kisses bathed me sweet
And as I felt
Desire grow
I trembled on my feet
Then as you pushed me
Forward to
The comfort of your bed
You mount my hips
With tender thighs
I gasped inside my head
For you then kissed
A special Kiss
Your secreted sweet love
And slid and rocked
And trembled hard
Hot wetness from above
Your hitch and moan
Ignited me
And made me feel so high
You lowered then
Upon your knees
I barely stayed my cry
Your murmured words
Were lost behind
The moans I could not stay
Still, muffled wet
Against my skin
Those words you had to say
Your tongue began
To snake its way
Delicious and ideal
For only in my dreams
I thought
This pleasure could be real
My thighs so hot
Your hunger wrought
Desires you would find
And as I fade
From consciousness
I gladly lose my mind
Now wet and warm
With willful want
Your love begins to thrust
Accepting you
In every way
I do so, filled with trust
For deeply
You do love so wet
So wetly, you love deep
And for the wonders
You've just cast
My depths are yours to keep.
Copyright ©2013 Eros_y_pasion
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Short Story: Breathe
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Posted:Jun 17, 2013 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:07 pm
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Hello all,
A slight departure, this. Here's a short story I wrote as a project to understand my sexual brain (like any other of my gender of the species, I process with both heads  ) and at the same time attempt to empathize with the sexual brain of the opposite sex. That my missus had to fine-tune me over the years shows that I was willing, if not somewhat still clueless as to what women want. It's about the cues and clues, and most of all, every woman is individual and different. And that, my friends, is why we love them so much!!
"Breathe"
She floats as she breathes, slow, shallow. Aware of the sweet smell of her sweat, her breasts rise and fall in a rhythm of their own. She sighs. Imagines she should grind her hips, but there is no resistance, no friction. Patience. She knows it will come in time. Soon...
Ahhhh, it was there in the parking lot, after all. Earlier, she had been afraid, even angry. Sitting around their car, they called, whistled, grabbed their crotches. Three men, in their twenties or thirties, it didn't matter. She had still a good distance to walk, and she felt the jabs from their eyes, prickling her full legs. She was conscious of her cheeks rubbing together in her denim shorts, felt a slight dampness below despite her fear and fury. As they continued to call out, she was sure they had followed, their hands now groping her bottom, grabbing her belt and holding her there.
She must have hesitated in her walk for they had stopped yelling. Or could she no longer hear? Catching her breath, her composure, she resumes her journey appearing not to hurry, but not dallying either. She feels, more than hears, the crunching of gravel as a car approaches slowly from behind. It is them, but with an attractive woman in the front passenger seat. The two men relegated to the back seat leer at her, in spite of her hurling angry looks in their direction. The one closest to her runs his tongue along his cheek, to and fro, as if to simulate her oralising his member. She holds her breathe as they drive out onto the road, thus not identifying which car is hers.
As she enters her car she takes stock of the moment . . . was she dressed too provocatively? She always dresses this way. Her shorts are not too sexy, although her hips have a wonderful sway. Her top is a body suit, but her bra is firm in its support. Still, for her thirty-three years, she could pass for twenty-three easily. Next time she shops here, she decides, she'll bring along Jim or her .
But that's not what brings her here now. She glides over the parking lot but knows she won't slow down until she slides her hand between her thighs. As her fingers roam past her trimmed thatch of hair below her navel, her flight begins to falter, leaving her suspended over her gray Nissan. She sees herself as she had sat earlier that afternoon. Now she floats here, not aware of her fingers, or the sweet softness between her legs, but she knows that what's unfolding below is a result of a sensual acceptance.
She was frightened earlier, and had shot out of the parking lot as she discovered a trickle along her thigh which was not sweat. Had she been so frightened? Or worse, had the moment whipped a forbidden chord, something vile and wrong? She wiped at the wet trail as she safely drives away. Bringing her fingers up to her face, her emotions prevent her from distinguishing this wetness. She speeds home.
But now as she witnesses from above, she had not sped away, rather, she starts up her car and heads back toward the men. She passes slowly as they renew their leering and obscene gestures. She acts not afraid yet she tingles with fear; she does not stop until she parks near the end of the lot. She decides she will return to the store and make a show of having no fear. She questions not why she'll return to the store, save for personal bravado and the sweat of this moment that had passed between her and them. She feels moist inside and slowly examines her face in the rearview mirror. She's blatantly attractive, she decides, large eyes, full lips surrounded by a full face. Reddish-brown hair, milky skin, and just barely sweating now. She opens the car door, feeling exposed immediately.
It's now dusk, yet she adjusts her eyes from the privacy dark tinting of her automobile. They are out there, of course, and she feels a swelling dampness of knowing; full knowledge of what they would like to do to her.
Closing her car door, she walks slowly toward the store; its lights taking power over the failing sunlight. She feels their eyes again, probing and sliding, salty and vile. Her heart races as she enters the store.
A young clerk ogles her swaying hips as she saunters past his jewelry counter, stopping at a display of sunglasses so as to allow him a longer look. She resists the idea of bending over to the lowest tier of merchandise. But she muses on the notion, and it makes her glad. She squirms in her own deliciousness, rubbing her thighs together as she walks. She makes her way around the display so that she might see those others through the storefront window.
Looking at the window, she spies her reflection. Her lips appear pouty, and she's sticking her chest forward and her bottom out as well. Her image is invaded by the images of three males, one coming up behind and overtaking the other two in undisguised intent. This sight runs a shock through her. They are approaching the store now, and she turns further inside, having abandoned the fancy of the younger man.
She is slightly afraid now, more of meeting a familiar face, thus ending this delicious game. Intentionally, she finds herself in the swim wear area, and picks a revealing one-piece from a rack. There are but a few customers in the store now, and all of the dressing rooms are available. The three men have spotted her, but remain a distance away. The dressing room has tall, louvered doors but she knows that from the right angle, they might see first her shorts, then her white panties fall to the floor. They may even see as she reaches up to hang up her body suit and bra on the hook up above.
They are closer now, though she doesn't look at them, she knows they are watching as she brings the swimsuit over her legs. She admires her appearance in the mirror, but decides she needs some expert opinion. She boldly steps from the room and up to the sales desk. The suit is low-cut and reveals a large portion of her chest. The bottom cuts into her crotch slightly, and the v-shaped back covers little of her muscular, shapely bottom. "Do you have this in a five?" she asks the saleswoman, though she ignores any response, save to turn slowly and model the garment for all the world to see.
She's suddenly aware that she can scent her own musky smell, her loveliness swollen to the point of self-pleasure. She measures her walk back to the dressing room, making the most of her show. Inside the dressing room, she knows she will have to buy this suit, if nothing else, to save her from the clerk's knowing stare. She wants to dab at the moist place with tissues in her purse, but suspects the contact would cause her to cry out. She thanks the woman as she heads to the front of the store to pay. A wave of disappointment hits her as she discovers her admirers are no longer in the store. She glances outside, but their car is not there, either. Upon paying for her purchases, she imagines she'll ask Jim to take her to bed tonight, maybe as soon as she's home.
As she floats above the parking lot, watching her walk toward her car, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, Jim must wait for another time. Possibly just a little bit later. Will he know? Would it matter if he did, this is a just a game, after all.
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Poem: Flower of Love
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Posted:Jun 5, 2013 12:02 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:09 pm
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Some time ago, a friend challenged me to define and defend my love and lust for going down on a woman... that I considered it my favorite act. Not so much an acquired taste, but an act onto itself, not just a stop along the way, or as a required act of foreplay. I would almost call it an honor, and for me it is just that.
Flower of Love
Flower of love, yours I do desire
For nothing compares in this world
With this gift, the heart of your fire
When your passion is sweetly unfurled.
The taste of you now,
It captures me how
I could never begin to deny,
For the taste of you makes me so high.
Flower of love, bring me to my knees
Your essence I need for my soul
For your taste, forever I'll please
Please let me delight in you whole.
Unfold for me here,
I'll love you so dear
All I ask is you grace me divine
All my world just to bathe in your wine.
For your taste I will kiss you with love
While my eyes catch your smile above
Feel my hands pull you closer here still
I will bury and delve as I will,
With my bliss I will match your desire
As I drink of your wine and your fire
Oh! my kiss thrills with dances and sighs
You release with the sweetest of cries.
Flower of love, I so want you here
Your sweet wine inflames all my dreams
And my kiss, it will show no fear
My love is much more than it seems.
You've blossomed for me,
It's all that I see
Your bloom is so rare,
I've seen none more fair
Please, I promise to love you with care.
Copyright ©2013 Eros_y_pasion
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Poem: Our Night of Nights
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Posted:May 24, 2013 4:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 2:10 pm
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A poem that was nothing more than a fantasy, written to no one in particular, but representing a special moment in time, like most fantasies. 
Our Night of Nights
How would I wish it, wish it for thee?
An evening of roses, beauty for beauty
Fragrance for the sweet scent that you are
Deep for the passion in your breast
Nothing less for you, my love
On our night of nights.
Mmmmmm, and a fine wine, exotic like you
For the warmth inside, that you give me
Ignites and delights your soul and mine
Alights the heart and need of us lovers
Nothing can defeat your glow
On our night of nights.
Songs of emotion, songs you enjoy
The sounds that fill your heart and sings
The notes that are your song of you
And guide the rhythm of our heartbeats
None else could sing this song
On our night of nights.
And oh, my sweet love, so lovely are you
More beautiful than my greatest dreams
More wonderful than I could believe
Were you not laying back now before me
None other could capture my sight
On our night of nights.
I feast on your glorious features, all of you!
Your soft brown eyes, by the glow of your passion
Your precious sweet lips, call to me
Framed by the display of your gentle hair
There is nothing I would change
On our night of nights.
The most loveliest of sights you are, truly are
The tall rise and fall of your full, firm breasts
Their hardness exciting me to heights unknown
To the flatness of your middle
And your wonderful womanly hips
Flowing to sculptured, lovely legs, for me
On our night of nights.
And as I approach, too thrilled with grace
And I reach for you, too filled with desire
I lay by your side, and touch, touch your lips
Parting them for my kiss, now and forever
Sweet lips that were meant for bliss
On our night of nights.
I'm engorged on love for you, as my kisses
Discover your glorious beauty, as they will
Your sweet skin, like the most fragrant of flowers
More delicious than the most distinctant gifts
Soft as the layers of newborn life
On our night of nights.
Tracing circles with my darting tongue, yes
My touch, searching for your singsong sighs
Bring your breath to a crescendo of delightful cries
And as you move, so sensuously, so arousing
You move me like mountains
On our night of nights.
The force of your great beauty, as you part your legs
Overpowers me to understand, that by His Grace
Every struggle in my life, every bout with strife
Has brought my yearningful kisses of desire
To the center of your love, your jewel
On our night of nights.
I kiss so deeply, you sway so sweetly
Your moans of pleasure, bring me to fullness
And I rock as I probe, as I discover
The sweet elixir of your wonderful love
That has found their home
On our night of nights.
Tracing my fingertips along your thighs as we indulge
Then released of their purpose, grasp your hands tightly
For I lift and you rise, for my warm tastes
And the depth of your beauteous sweetness
And our song is a chorus of passion
On our night of nights.
And now I rise, and lift you gently to me
Placing you on my no longer placid lap
Where you fit so moistly, so deeply
So feverish is the sensation, that this is all
All I can bring to you now
On our night of nights.
Oh sweet love, oh, sweet life!
Inside of you, your love has set me afire!
And as I burn, so hard and bright
Sensations for our depth, you take me
Take me higher than the tallest heights!
Holding on to you for dear life
On our night of nights.
We rock and rise, fall and reprise
As I grasp your quivering breasts
And you arch back to accept my busy lips
While you rise in final crescendo
High above me you alight in ecstasy
On our night of nights.
We lay in each others arms, sharing our breaths
Resting my hands on your breasts
I murmur, you smile, accepting my love
As I admire your stunningness, once more
We've only just begun
On our night of nights.
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Poem: Rain
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Posted:May 15, 2013 8:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2013 7:47 pm
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This is an erotic poem I wrote to my wife ten or so years ago. I hope you give it a read
Rain
How we make love in the rain...
Unbridled of lust
Discovering trust
So young in desire
Unquenchable fire
And never could someone love me like this
Save you... sole owner of my kiss.
Between our tenderness and urgency
You warm me, oh so gracefully
The moisture runs between our skin
Conducts the spark that's always been
Your body slick, you dance on me
And hold me tight, you hold the key
To what I want and what I need
You kiss me with your passion's greed
Explore me with your touch, so right
And love me to a sweet delight
Your breasts, you press upon my own
Sensations, only you have shown
Amidst these coos and purrs and sighs
You hold me dearly with your eyes
Our loins, no need to touch and grind
Our love is such a special kind
For in your arms I'll always pray
That in your arms, I'll always stay
The way we dance within this shower
Our love is made for any hour
And though we share our moistened skin
This love we make is free of sin.
Sweet raindrops falling on your face
O'er your lips they gently trace
Where surely I will place my kiss
And share with you this wondrous bliss
For with His Grace we shan't defend
Please never let this loving end
How we make love in the rain...
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