Anticipation 1

                                           

Seen in the bedroom's darkness was her soft flesh's curves in the flickering light from a large candle near the bed edge. Some say her body was a little plump, but none could argue about the definition of its curviness. Her ample pear shape breast, thin waist that connected to wide hips that supported thick, firm thighs. Long Shapely legs that made men beg to have them wrap around their waist while they passionately thrust between her legs. Buttocks with enough meat on them for a hungry man fingers to grab hard into its perfect roundness. Firm enough to push back on the most docile touch of a man's hand. But she never wavered to their pleads because her heart and soul already belong to one man. The one she waited for in anticipation. The one that made her his until death does us part.

A cool summer breeze eased through the window screen, enticing the flame of the candle to flicker. The flickering light illuminated the soft creamy flesh wrapped around her body as she laid on her back, awaiting his arrival from the dark. Every nerve ending in her body was inflamed as she anticipated his forthcoming. 

Warm was her flesh as her mind thought of his touch roaming its hills and hidden valley.

Damp was the flesh between her thighs as her mind anticipated his fingertips, touching softly on her Nether regions. Then gently eased between her vulva lips to wade in the warm waters inside her womb's confine. And when her mind envisioned his rigid elongated membrane first insertion between her swollen vulva lips. It saw her back arch; her body muscles tense, her voice gasps from the sheer pleasure sensations rushing through her body extremities. Her body shivered from the anticipating thoughts.  

Light, feminine musky scent percolated into the room air, as her mind anticipated his extended length easing down the center of her pink flesh until it touched the front of her cervix. Her womb's wetness eased pass her vulva lips as his rigid shaft's thickness pushed her sensitive walls open wider. His hardness slowly alleviates back up, then repeat its actions again and again, yet firmer, faster, as her voice begs for more of the same.  She tried to swallow to soothe her dry throat, but her mouth was too dry to accumulate any moistness. She smiled as her mind anticipated his tangy, thick white seed coating her throat with its wetness.

                                                   

An average body covered with small, rippled muscles steps out of the dark into the candle's flickering light. The thick, elongated cock that hung tight against a muscular thigh was throbbing in its lock and load mold. While his mind had not realized that her anticipation was going to be hard to match. His passion and love of her already had him one up on her anticipating mind.

Quietly he walks up to the bed edge and stops. Gray eyes glance over the nude sexy body in front of him. They roamed across her flesh as if they were taking a piece of her clothing off one piece at a time. He leans over and whispers into her left ear. "I love you."

Two fingertips softly, slowly, ease down the center of her back. Soft moan ripples into the air as a docile touch of fingertips ease over her soft, swollen folds. Down the center of her vulva slit, then slowly back up.

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River wet... Sensual picture poem

       

In the dark wakes of the river edge,

The wetness of perspiration flows from our flesh as water flows over a mountaintop

 

Deep inside my ravine, his staff rides with long, slow, strokes,

Penetrating deep into my wetness,

Making gushing sounds as his girth rides back and forth along the tautness of my walls

 

He slowly rides my wants,

My will,

My needs,

My soul,

Into submission, as my ultimate slowly rises to the top.

 

Large beads of manly sweat fall from his chest unto the middle of my back, mix with mines.

After gathering in large quantities,

It tumbles down my back flesh,

Then down the roundness of my buttocks,

Finally, falling into the dark wake of the river

Bodies are wet from head to toe,

as none stop, sweat pours off our bodies continuously.

 

Hands tighten around the soft flesh around my waist,

They pull me harder and deeper into his ultra-slow, thrust

 

My voice whispers faster,

But his ears do not detect me,

Because his mind has chosen to keep killing me gradually with shear, slow- pleasure

 

Felt was every inch of his unyielding fiber

Every imperfection of his hardened staff surface against my walls' softness, as it slowly descended in and out the darkness of my sex depths.

 

 

As he slowly rode me like a prize filly

My mind flashes images of his staff perfect size

Its grueling girth

The thick blood vein running up to its peak,

The smooth roundness of its large crown

As it glides up and down the center of my sex core

 

My body stiffens to the point my muscles could not move,

As clear cream ooze perpetually down onto his staff,

My body shuddered and quaked with so much trauma; my mind went black as if it were about to faint.

 

Manly firm thighs stiffen next to mine,

Minds scream silently in blissful agony,

While hot white seed ejaculates powerfully into the depths of my ravine

Until his body is consumed and rests peacefully on top of mine.

 

As our bodies lay in contentment,

My mind thinks about how the rivers of the world shall never run dry,

As long as we make slow passionate love together in the river wake

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