Poem from: B.A. Mc Mahon
Palm Springs
California.USA
22 Jan 2006
We were given gifts from above,
You Beautiful words to amuse
And I tunes not to abuse.;
Together we weave our music of love.
With lips kissing most amorous,
Hands exploring the body of the other,
Our moves together are synchronous,
Driving us crazy with pleasure we discover.
Making our music of love has begun,
Your words, my tune, it has to be so.
Your entire body will not be unsung,
I play erogenous zones like an arpeggio.
My mouth finds your love grotto.
You moan with pleasure, thighs open wide,
My tongue playing an allegretto,
Until your honey comes from deep inside.
You grab my hard member like a commandante,
Directing into the place you want it to go,
Thrusting your open hips a la andante,
Increasing our sexual pleasure crescendo.
We continue building our music rhythm,
You are conducting my instrument with might,
Making me want to release all my cum,
You tighten around me as I spill my white.
I have burst into you like a soda,
We have made our music of love.
Your words, my tunes but no coda,
God gave us Our Music of love.
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B.A. Mc Mahon
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