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| The Bed is more |
His Grip A large hand grips your wrists holding them immobilized there upon the printed pillow sham that swathes your hair and frames your lovely face and widened eyes Your nostrils flare as the manhood scent hangs heavily just beyond the surface of your warm inviting lips and you breathe deeply to inhale that and almost sense the flavor now The hand that works across your skin and touches you now seems so soft as though its strength retracts like claws upon a feral cat that wandered to your bed to ravage you with tenderness Each touch so deft that if you dared now to give in you'd moan or then perhaps respond with rising thrusts from your own squirming thighs perhaps it is now what you want but not quite yet enough And then a squeezing grip that says you will not leave or dare escape is that the symbolism that you seek to let yourself begin to feel and free that first long sigh that says you want to take your lover now So warm and moist you are at last as that first gasp escapes yours lips and tensions that marked your feeble fight begin to drain from captive arms and somehow rise within your lower limbs to squeeze against his form As moonlight strikes your face it shows a bitten lip that masks a groan or could it be that pride has risen there to steal your voice perhaps you wait to hear his words the ones that say I want you now before you let yours go And then at once he calls your name and with a wild tumbling rush the passions dammed within come flowing out it moves your body toward his and thrusts begin to move as one as a vortex pulls him to your core and you are joined as one You move now to possess his need and then to drain him of his strength and make his manhood something that you own and as you lose yourself in him and feel him filling your desires you know when he is yours his grasp upon your wrists will be released | ||||||||||||||||
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Delerium This was not the place for her to be. She danced around my room, seductively moving in her veils. A flowing scene of color dizzied me as I focused in the fog. The eyes and smile arousing me as I enjoyed the unexpected pleasures in the night. The voice was alive with the pitch that offered pleasures I could not believe. Her movements lifted my desires as I found myself responding to my beast. Dancing, moving, slowly dropping off the trappings of the night. She beckoned me to take her then. I felt my tongue wetting my own warm lips. My body responded even as I reached to touch this moving magic of sensual delight. I felt her hands on top of me. They were warm and burning to my skin. The strength she had surprised me more. She held me down and mounted me. I watched her body move. Was I possessed or was it her? It simply didn't matter anymore. My mind was filled with images my body felt so good. My hands, my mouth, my very soul were hers. She took all that I could give. Waves of desire took their toll, delirium set in. I moaned and then I felt a name welling up inside. It woke me, and I wondered why this woman claimed my dreams. | Than just a place to rest | ||||||||||||||||
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Art of Love Would I learn an aria for you my booming baritone intoning beautiful words in some tongue that I could barely understand A voice like Robesons' so pure that is would draw your spirit toward my own and make you mine tonight Would I dance in flourished steps my limbs so strong and masculine that they entice your eyes to lock upon my form With Ailley's magic in my feet I glide so handsomely within your view that you simply want to watch me move Would I write words so lovely they'd drive you to obsessive need and make you try to grasp each one like grains of sand Perhaps I might find Baldwin's muse and seek to satisfy your desires even as I filled your heart with thoughts of me Would I provide a healing touch that frees your weary mind of stress and lets you float away upon a spirit's silent wings An ebony Adonis who can reach beyond your heart and find your soul releasing you to love and offer your seductive art of love | ||||||||||||||||
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