The room was dark, the blinds closed,
She pulled the sheets over her,
Before she reposed,
She was beginning to perspire,
So I turned the sheets down,
Adding to my desire,
Making my heart pound.
Laying in the warm night air,
She was neatly formed, trim, toned,
If my eyes see imperfections,
My heart does not care,
She is the most responsive woman
I have ever known.
Her breasts were high and round,
And I satisfied my curiosity
By touching one velvety mound,
My hand reaching the nipple in slow velocity
I watched, tense and fascinated,
Setting on her bed,
As the nipple tighten and elongated,
The pinkish beige color darkening almost to red.
Her heavy eyelids fluttered open,
And a sleepy smile curved her lips.
Her hand reached out and began stroking,
She shifted closer and we pressed together
Our mouths met in a kiss that would last forever.
Her hands were busy, but so were mine,
As I squeezed her bottom and tickled her spine.
She did not have much patience
Her brown eyes almost black,
Placing both hands on my chest
To push me onto my back.
I laughed till she straddled me,
Feeling her excitement, hearing her moan,
Sliding down on me, my laugh is now a groan.
She felt like warm, wet satin inside,
Tight and shivering delicately,
She gasped and arched against me,
Her buttocks, back up and down in stride,
To become completely impelled.
She looked wide-eyed and solemn,
As she rode my column....
With all my love ...Bruce A. Mc Mahon
California - Palm Springs - USA
Direitos Reservados ao Autor
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