Summer promise waits within this wooded glade,
As we walk hand in hand to our secluded place,
To our special sheltered spot within the trees,
Where we disrobe in passions call to speak.

To act our part in natures play as old as man,
And to savour the many pleasures of our lust,
Your body pleasing to my sight in dappled shade,
It’s form so pleasant as to inflame my ardour.

Your fulsome breasts so full in promises of such delight,
To take those orbs within my hands I do enjoy, to make them mine,
For my mouth to suckle on your teats like a new born child,
As if you could give me from your breasts the food of love.

You lean your back against an oak as I do kneel,
and gaze upon such treats that I can behold,
My hands part flesh between your thighs,
For to taste such offerings that I can find.

Such liquid manna does my tongue obtain,
It’s labours so rewarded as your body pays it’s due,
As greedily my mouth takes in your heavens wine,
You moan as if to thank the angels in your pleasure,

I lead you to a fallen tree, it’s mossy top so perfect,
So cushioned for our final act of passions game,
You bend, your breasts just graze the moss,
As you lie face down across this broken bough.

Once more I stoop to see your flesh so open to my touch,
Your rounded buttocks spread for my delight by my own hands,
To feast once more upon those fleshy folds, but more,
My tongue does tease that other place so sensitive.

With my tongue I enter that other grotto of delight,
You push back against my tongue in wanton hope,
But lusts needs take hold of me, for I do arise,
My manhood jutting, so proud to be alive.

Your ample thighs are spread in readiness for me to please,
And as I ease my rod between those folds so delicate,
My hands reach out to hold your ample hips within their grasp,
Pushing home all thoughts of care I enter sliding home my pride.

And for an age to give you all, and also take it all away again,
As I urge you on within my arms so strongly in my passion,
Then move my hands to spread those rounded halves so full,
To watch such lust so physical is so pleasing to my eyes.

But now the time has come to end this pleasant game of lust,
For I have gone beyond control as my seed begs for their release,
As my hips press so firmly into those rounded buttocks in my need,
I feel my fluid draining liquid love into your very depths.

I hold my place a moment, to savour such feelings of release,
Before you rise to give a lovers kiss so sweet upon my lips,
And then we dress within this wooded glade so hidden,
To walk hand in hand so in love into the fields and home.
 
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