Slowly,
Gently,
His lips tenderly brisk past my cheek,
As he slowly, deeply, inhaled the scented essence of me
Lips slowly embrace with a moist, soft kiss,
It was long and tasted as if his lips had been sweet honey-dipped,
Then he slowly laid me down on warm silky white satin sheets,
That covered our big brass bed,
Through the gaze of his eyes, he slowly undressed me.
Buttons on my blouse, long fingertips did reach,
Then slowly, and gently breached,
Exposing the firm frontal round flesh of me
Fabric that covered my body whole,
Slowly fell to the plush carpeted floor,
He slowly pulled my soaking wet panties down,
Leaving me naked for only his eyes to see,
He slowly undressed and became butt naked like me.
Slowly, his touch,
Touched me,
A gentle touch that was so docile,
It makes me feel like a beauty queen in a mountainous white castle,
My soul felt the release of tranquil calm,
That made all my insides feel heavenly warm,
Showing me why our love had survived all life's unpropitious storms
My mind quit counting the sacred places his slow, soft-touch had touched me,
As my body relaxed like a piece of driftwood, bathing in the warmth of the morning sun while floating in calm waves of the vast blue sea
Soft, slow kisses between my swollen folds made my body slowly tremble, with exquisite waves of pure ecstasy,
Which made my mind no longer ponder, if he had remembered,
How to completely fulfill me
His delicate, slow lingering licks, made my heart skip between beats,
While making my inner seems heavily leak,
As his hardness slowly fell deep inside me,
My thunderous inner storm slowly rained all over him,
His lovemaking felt so darn good,
The bright moonlight had become dim,
As he slowly made sweet love to me
It's been near an hour every-since he was inside me,
Slowly thrusting deep, inside my pink sea,
Slowly bringing up my sexual essence,
That I held on tight like it was my first ever Christmas present
Slowly my back arched then bowed,
As the first of my orgasmic sexual releases flowed,
He slowly made me creme until I just could not creme anymore,
Reasons why my mind, body, and soul adored,
The expectancy of his prowess, of making sweet slow love to me
As I felt his palpitations increase,
I could not wait for him to ejaculate deep inside of me,
Fill my seems with his white creamy hot cream,
But he just kept slowly, making sweet love to me.
He slowly made love to me until my face glowed,
Then with a deep graveling moan, he released inside me until my pink walls overflowed,
Staining, my new white satin sheets,
With the mixture of hot fluids of him, and me
Bodies dripping wet, in each other arms,
Subdue sleep covered me like a magical charm.
As my eyes slowly closed, a beam of hope eased slowly through me,
Hoping I would wake up to him, making slow sweet love, to me.
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