In my dream, I dreamed you the way
you are, your long dark hair, bangs swooped over your eye with your shades on,
dark but mysterious enough to make a man curious. The way the wind tussle’s
with your hair, the scent of your perfume, carried into the nose, the way when
you hug me how your body is drowsed into mines, allowing me to pull you in
tight and smell your scent; as you toss your hair exposing your neck, my lips
lightly press, as your shirt slowly begins to melt and you began to undress;
your exposed shoulders, your soft skin and enhanced breathing has my heart
beating, my temperature rising, my everything rising, you’re my morning to my
rising and I’m you’re sunset to your climax…..as my fingers dance across your
belly trailed by my tongue, head first I lunge, lips wet like a sponge, the
smacking, the licking, the wanting, the pressure, the urgency, the desire and
panting, heavy breathing, heating as I’m eating, the pausing as I’m teasing,
the forcefulness, as I shove, light kisses to your chest as I rub, the light
kisses to your nipples as I snub, the light kisses to your lips as I shove….
Dig
deep and expand, I slowly pound in, feeling the warmth and your nails light
dazzle into my back….I stop, we kiss, look in each other’s eyes….you smile and
I smile back as the afternoon sun bounces off of your caramel skin…we laugh…we
kiss…I hug you and I start moving, your smile disappears as I start to speed up,
legs in the air your feet up and curled, your eyes rolled as I swirl, your
chest red from the orgasmic whirl wind,
as we make music the earth stopped it’s rotation and you I became one,
loving to the pulse of the earth, the vibrations, the magic that doesn’t exist,
the passion, the love that is, the love that can’t escape, trapped between our
sweaty bodies our sex lake, we float to heaven, we created this heaven, we
created this room of our very filled passion, you and I, me and you, we can do,
we can touch, we can taste, we misbehave our punishment is each other’s sex
slave; as you ride on my sex wave, we exchange charka’s, and switch back,
switch positions and swap backs, a tug of war as we race to climax, holding
off, resisting, biting my lips I’m fighting, as you come I keep holding,
wanting you to get another oh…my oh face, oh wait, your oh place, oh come on my
whole leg, oh those thick legs, oh those thick thighs….as we lay and hold each
other in the sweaty sheets with no care, the afternoon sun shining our sweat,
gleaming like it does on the ocean, she rubs my jaw line, it’s soft, relaxing…I
scratch her back, combined between rubbing and nails…it leads into a message on
her lower back; I kiss her back and rub her shoulders, I pull her in closer…I
run my fingers through her hair and scratch her tape lightly…softly I caress
her, lightly I kiss her, slowly I’m aroused, looking for round two but to
relaxed from all the touching…
She
faces me, looks me in the eyes and rubs my scruffy beard, she smiles and tell’s
me, “I never want to leave here” I smile and kiss her on the cheek, kiss her on
the forehead, I reply with the same; as she rubs me softly, we both yawn,
slightly sleepy intoxicated by the pheromone in the air and the endorphins in
our brain, we lay in the bed and examine each other’s frame; both conscious but comfortable we express, we talk, we lay, we tickle each other
and play, we kiss each other and say, we kiss each other then wait, we rush
each other with passionate chemicals leaping at each other’s face; we stop.
We
hold hands. We stroke each other. Our hands intertwine. I touch her tips. I
take one finger and trace her lips. I massage her ring finger. She massaged my
palm. Her hairs rise. Uh, yeah, my hairs rise as well. We rub. We touch. We
explore. We wonder. The soft flesh, the
web between her fingers, I play with, imagination begins to spark. As we rub
each other’s hand, I take my middle finger and slowly slide between her middle
finger and ring finger and move it back and forth. She takes her other hand and
rubs my hand. I slowly keep rubbing my middle finger between her fingers. I
look her in the eyes and speed up. I see the intense gaze from across the
table. I pick up speed. Our vision is locked in. I keep a constant motion, a
constant rhythm, one motion, very subtle, she closes her two fingers and makes
it tight around my finger as I struggle to pull it back out; insinuating she
came. Waitress: Can I take your order?
Our obsessive sexual nature, oh the poor girl can smell the eroticism in
the air, as she takes our order, both of us, drenched in pheromone, dripping with
sex but hungry, our intended speech pattern and sexually lazy gazes has put the
poor girl in a trance which messes our order up….more finger rubbing for us…but
both of us are hungry and fingers can only do so much…
(Music found on You tube not my music)
(Music found on You tube not my music)
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