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Her Moans Of Delight
written by CrzyAnml666607:19 AM 1/24/05Silently she awakes
Gazes upon him there.
She sees him sleeping peacefully
Longs to hold him near.
She reaches out her trembling hand
To gently touch his face.
Remembering short hours ago,
Sharing love's embrace.
He stirs just then and spies
Her tender, loving stare.
Then places his hand over hers,
Stunned at the extent of her care.
Their eyes never leave each other
As she caresses his soft skin.
She smiles at him slightly
As she moves closer to him.
He takes her in his arms
Placing a kiss upon her cheek.
She turns her head slowly,
His lips for her to seek.
A subtle moan escapes her
As his hand explores anew.
Passions kiss intensifies
As their rhythmic dance ensues.
He proclaims his love for her
As he kisses her wanting neck.
She moves her hands over him
Finally to rest upon his chest.
Feeling her velvet secret
Engulf him again and again,
And feels her building climax
Escaping from her then.
She arches back,
Catches his eyes adoring their allure.
As they reach their perfect harmony,
Together once more.
A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance
Beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed
From the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead,
Then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name
From the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breath taking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning, glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by FelinePrincess (4-20-2005 - 04:55 PM)
| That was... moving. Yet again, a perfect way of describing a Lover's Game. Really loved the last verses, they were the most beautiful.
Vanity. |
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