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Black silken sheets flung away As we square off like Two animals, struggling in the Ultimate game. We circle, The scent of previous work Heavy in our nostrils A shake of your hair Revealing the lust in your face. Ivory skin glistening from Passion's work Your smell stirs me. Heavy wrinkles in the bed Tangle my stalk You strike without warning The press of your body Suspended above me One the verge of collapsing your weight Upon me. The caress of your chest Re-invigorates me; the tease too much To bear. We kiss, lips drenched with salt Tongues tingling with the tang Only provokes us all the more. You give me your weight; A burden I gladly accept. The agony of the tease, My hardness engulfed, The senses explode. The puzzle of life, the interlocking fit Your silky wetness Hot and trembling The pulsating thrust As I push up. You collapse as you grind, pushing down; The struggle is far from over. We roll over, my weight Upon you. Blood red nails Bite my back; the sting igniting New energies. My eyes widen To your lower lip held in check by your teeth. My speed beyond limit Your thighs open to take it all in. The slow ascension To the mind blowing surge of Ecstatic contraction releasing All powerful energies Is too much to bear. |
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