Just like Riding a Bike

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    Just like Riding a Bike

    I open myself to him. laying there undressed before him.
    The silence startles me and I tremble.
    He whispers and his words are all words
    and my words are nothing.

    He kisses me and I melt.
    He spreads my legs and I all but erupt in his arms.
    I moan. screaming out to the heavens the stars fall from his lips
    in the form of the sweetest kisses.

    He presses himself into me. I wrap my legs around him.
    he's diving down deeper... deeper... deeper.
    Thrusting thrusting until I am nothing.
    His movements startle me. faster faster.
    I am moaning and screaming and whimpering all at the same time

    I shiver, tremble, convulse, erupt into a stream of wet heat around him
    Never had the thrill of something consumed me.
    My mouth went dry and the bud of my nipples stiffened. the nub of my clit throbbed. the heat of my sweet sweet heaven clenched at him ferociously. the unity of our bodies enveloped me. I was sated and quiet.
    there was no pain only excitement and he looked at me
    deep in my eyes
    and whispered...
    "See, just like riding a bike"

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    klassik commented on Just like Riding a Bike

    01-26-2009

    where do they sell these bikes at? nice! congrats

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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