Making Love
Lips so soft, while kissing mine,
Sweetness like a poignant wine,
Arms entwined, as tongues explore,
Longing, reaching, wanting more.
Fingers trailing, tingling shudders,
Over breasts and even further,
Licking trails like postage stamps,
Over mounds till all is damp.
Lying back, your face above me,
Slowly enter, fill my cavity,
Rise and fall, till sweat is falling,
Orgasmic bliss is slowly calling,
Hearts are pounding, fingers tight,
As voices moan, the feeling is right.
Spasmic shudders, bodies sway,
Drained , contented, we both lay,
Little kisses softly touch my cheek,
Then locked in arms, we fall asleep.

 
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