Soft_is the moonlight_shining in the window
Soft_to the touch_is your lips_when mines caress yours
Soft_is the feel_of your outer flesh
Soft_is your touch on my flesh
Soft_is the texture_of your hair
Soft_as a pillow_is the inner layer_of your taut breast
Soft_is the wet kisses_I lay on your flesh
Soft_is the suction_the tender insides of my lips_puts on your soft_stern nipples
Soft_is the reflex of your flat stomach_as my moist tongue barely glides over it
Soft_to the touch_is your outer womb lips_to the head of my extension_ as it slowly intrudes into your darkness
Soft_is my strokes_as I thrust steady and deep_inside your darkness
Soft_is the velvet feel of your taut walls_on my extension flesh
Soft_is the sweat_that falls off my forehead and chest_unto yours
Soft_is your nectar_as it ooze down your thighs
Soft_is your breath_as you whispers my name
Soft_is our love_as our souls intertwine
Soft_is the color_of your brown eyes_as I look deep into them_as I thrust gently between your soft thighs
Soft_is your finger tips_as they curl into my flesh
Soft_is the firm grip_I have on your hips_as I mesh our bodies into one
Soft_is the ocean_that my white seed sails in, before it floats together_gathering for its great escape
Soft_is your moans_as your body prepares for your harmonious release
Violent_is my release_as my seed ejaculate intensely into your darkness
Violent_is your body quakes_as your release comes from the depths of your darkness
Vulnerable_is our souls_as they hover on the warm dulcet air of love
Soft_is my extension_as it lays flaccid on my leg
Soft_is your body_as your body repose on top of mine
Soft_is the new day_sunlight
Soft_is the love_you have showered my being with
Soft_is our love_that will outlast_an eternity
Amigo
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eu gostava
um beijo
bom domingo
Soft... but also so hot! So intense...
ReplyDeleteFeel like I lost myself in your words.
Kiss
The Path of the Ice
ReplyDeleteI lost the words
that you put under
Skin horrified
the poem made
of music
to be read,
sense,
absorbed,
a late slow
Winter
close to the ear
where no contens
the imagination.
I have read and reread
the course of the ice
converted
drops in the heat
of your back
scented
at sunset
on the beaches of the west
imagine where
love song
in your body
away from the mine.
My
following language
the trail of the drops,
route
that the cold mark
creepy
through your
curves drawn
High speed
in storms
the edge of the cliff.
Delicia you in motion
that your body
get off my,
caused
captivated
troubled
by way of the ice
in your chest.
(If you run, run slowly, do not forget ...)
Lovely, thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteI love your clock picture.
Ronnie
xx
Thank you for your visit on my, I love your space here, too,
ReplyDeletegood week
kisses
Amigo
ReplyDeletetem um selo no meu blog para ti
um beijo
Very sensual and passionate 1manview! I enjoyed your poem very much.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
kitten
Princesa, obrigado pela visita e carimbo
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ReplyDeleteAnonymous... Thank you for sharing....
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