The Birth of Love
He looks at me with his hungry eyes studying my every motion
His hands slowly travel through the clouds of my body
His voice tinkles in my ear as I hear the depth of his soul whisper into mine
I tremble and moan as he proudly caresses the creeps he created
His tongue touches mine then circles my earlobe after sucking my neck
In an instant I feel his tongue make its way down his work of art and into a dream I enter
As I reach the climax of my soaked dream my only distress is waking up
He holds me between his arms and legs bringing me close to him as we become one
one body one energy one heart and one thought
The thought of living in this intense moment and uniting without hindrance as one soul
His lips gently touch mine sending drops of eroticism into me
I open my eyes only to see him still monitoring my body language
and the sensuous cycle continues...
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