| **Note** Sexy Insinuations |
| Several Acts of Love I felt the velvet skin I touched, As I moved my finger tips. The wrinkles that I made, And then I kissed her lips. Her skin soft and smooth, Heaven in my hands. The molded flesh undoubting, Fell right into my plans. I kissed her breast tenderly, as I always tried to do. The soft whisper of my breath, Dried the drops of dew. My tongue continued the journey, Along the contoured torso. Leaving damp, wet trails behind, As I uncovered more to show. My teeth would click on a button or two, The further that I traveled. My hands were kneading elsewhere, Her clothing I unraveled. Her heated gasps a warning, Make haste she�s soon to be. The soft moans and whimpers, Had led me to believe. Her hands filled with envy. she tugged me from below. Her passion built, the fire was lit, The candle tip was hot. We felt is slide along her leg, As I inched toward her lips. Her arms engulfed and wrapped me, My hand upon her hip. Her scented hair in my face, I nuzzled up so close. Kissed along the nectared skin, Bringing comfort to us both. Her lungs heaving desperately, Searching for relief. Volley after volley, She waited for the seed. Harvest not yet over, We plowed side by side. Our bodies soaked and damp, Even some from inside. A screaming echo from the hilltop, And I knew she had arrived. A trembled shudder shook from the deep, If only I�d survive. Then the surge, my feinted pulse, Explosions from within. I felt her quivered form relax, We�d done it once again. Timing not always perfect, Although it�s always close. We enjoyed the pleasured trip, Neither of us would boast. For were it not for her, Our partnership would end. It had to have taken both of us, On that you could depend. Neither of us selfish, We only tried to help. Always pleasure the other, And that would please ourselves. I held her close and whispered, Love and other things. Our bodies hot, then cooling off, Now heated back again. Our strength renewed, Throw out the past. Start over once again, Another die is cast. Time stood still, our heartbeat slow, Our only thought, affection. As we tendered gentle touches, Just generally, no direction. Her soft skin and sweetened smell, Taste so delicious, rendered with precision. Meant more to me than all the sex, It was no hard decision. I felt her hand press hard to mine, As I cupped her supple breast. I sensed her ready for another trip, And a nipple came erect. Her hazy eyes smiled at me, Soft feathered round the edge. The ever present smile appeared A look I shan�t forget. Again the taste of honey lips, Velvet smooth and pliable. A tongue tipped touch on mine, Wondrous and undeniable. She reached across and pulled the chain, A click and darkness began. Her warm moist hands behind my head, And then we�re off again. The Masked Writer <-.-> � 2001 T Lovett |