The candle burns and the flame grows bright,
We're sleeping with shining stars tonight.
The warmth the glow emits leaves a passion all around,
Soon we're making love, making a sound.
Slow and steady and push it in, out and in,
I softly kiss your neck and thrust deep within.
Harder, faster, louder we go,
Occasionally lulling to a soothing slow.
Then building up the passion so much,
We get so close, everything will touch.
One hand slides down slowly and stops at your breasts,
Getting louder heaving in the chest.
Move down again, massaging your clit,
Your soft lips touch for that gorgeous kiss.
My other hand strokes your sleek hair,
Harder, faster, again till you're there.
You moan loudly, but softly, slowing down,
Cumming deep inside you while laying on the ground.
The soft blades of grass rubbed against your back,
And slowly, one finger, goes up your crack.
Stroking your neck, your breasts, your arms,
Slowly, passionately, the action calms.
Sliding down, kissing your nipple,
Looking up to see that dimple,
The one that appears when you smile,
Just so I know it's all worthwhile.
Further down I kiss your tummy,
With hands still stroking continuously.
Moving on down, your clit meets my tongue,
And we thought the fun had already begun.
Slowly at first, building up, letting your juices flow,
You're liking this, you're letting it show.
Licking fast, fingers penetrating your pussy deep inside,
And soon you let out another moan, a cry.
Moving up the cock goes back in,
Who said making love was a sin? |
