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SHIPPING AND HANDLING EXTRA The waves they beat upon the hull, sunlight shimmered down. I saw him standing at the helm, smaller grew the town. Amongst the other vessels, he guided swift but sure, We cut a path through the blue, waters clear and pure. I gazed at him, with wanting eyes, though he never looked at mine. For he was concenrtating, pointing bow out into time. A mile or so out on the sea, his course plotted nearly. I watched him from my vantage point, thinking of him dearly. On varnished deck, my mat I layed, to get a better view. Undid the strings, and felt unbound, my suit I did undo. Unfettered now, and comfortable, awaiting his approach. I saw the cloth sail billow, held by strands of rope. He pinned the wheel with brawny hands, the sailor that he was. Yet no tatoo was showing, said that was not his cause. He lowered sails and tightly bound, the wake soon caught the boat. A few minor adjustments, as the ship would bob and float. Hands on the deck behind me, propped up and legs were crossed. Watching him walk toward me, another mat he tossed. He knelt down, reached out his hand, a muscle I saw bulge. Not muscle bound, all could see, but strong I will divulge. He ran his hand along my leg, soft and gentle hands I felt. not what you might imagine, I kissed him as he knelt. Put my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to see. His warm suntaned body, soon lay next to me. His lips were warm and tender, as he placed his on mine. I felt a fire well in me, a quiver down my spine. My eyelids hot from passion, a burning hot desire. I knew I lit his candle, as he had lit my fire. He kissed my neck, and <whispered>, drew goosebumps on my skin. Have I said I love you, he whispered on the wind. I placed his hand upon my breast, through heat like burning sand. My face was flushed, excitement near, I placed his other hand. And then the shock wave hit me, another, .......then again. Blood pumped and rushed, leaving little for my brain. The tide kept rushing over me, went out, came in and ebbed. I was like his slave right now, caught up in his web. I'd been raped and sacrificed, yet all my clothes were on. I gave myself, my all to him, aching in my bones. Bells would chime and birds would sing yet not a one in sight. We made love forever, way into the night. His gentle touch, soft words I heard, not all were from his lips. I heard his voice within my head, tender hands were on my hips. I ran mine oer his chest, oer strong shoulders to. I had not the strength in me, I was melting like the dew. A dew out in the sunshin, dripping from a rose. His thorny stem had griped me, I could not let go. I did not fight, the battle raged, the ground within me shook. Then a quiet and peaceful dream, and in his eyes I looked. I saw the love and sparkle, relaxed and held his face. I knew from this day forward, That none would take his place. As sweetened slumber took us, and dreams of summer bliss. I felt familiar pleasure, as he placed another kiss. The Masked Writer <-.-> ahhhh � 2001 T Lovett |
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