Lovers

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    Lovers

    I stared into his eyes, wanted him to kiss me. I could see myself
    relfected in his glasses. His lips looked wet, a light shade of pink. I leaned
    in close. So close I could feel the heat of his mouth. Our lips touched, my eyes
    closed. I tasted the dark wetness of his tongue. I moaned his name softly
    against his lips.

    "I like kissing you" he whispered.

    My breath caught in my throat. I couldnt speak. I could only feel.
    Feel his hands squeezing....

    into my side. Feel his mouth at the corner of mine.
    Breathing was difficult, speaking was difficult. He pushed himself on top of me. my body flat against the surface beneath me writhed against him. the heat of his body soaked into mine. I opened my legs to him, spread myself. felt the strain of his erection pressing into me.

    He pulled me to him up off the ground his lips his teeth tugging at my earlobes. I let him touch me between my legs.
    he pressed his lips between my breasts
    "oh", he moaned "you taste so sweet"

    My name sounded sexual as it fell from between his lips. His name tasted sweet in my mouth and I yearned to whisper it.

    I fell apart under him.
    Opening into a flower.

    My legs spread. "Let me in" he says.

    He shifts himself and dives into me.
    The force rocks my being and I erupt around him.
    Every rock.
    Every thrust.

    I reached out to him. Needing to be what he needed.

    "I need you... I need you"

    His moans echoed inside my head as he pounded away at me.
    My body ached from the weight of him.
    The ocean between my legs shifted through my whole body.
    Wave after wave washed over me.
    Shudder after perfect shudder rocked me.

    The heat of the it all pulsed through all of my veins and I arched into him.
    Climax!

    I was jilted. For hours I will lay here just wondering.
    Wondering about the feeling of it all.

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    precpres commented on Lovers

    07-09-2009

    interesting. Please read my "emotionnaly fighting"

    kdarcy commented on Lovers

    05-09-2009

    No missing the picture here, keep writing... you can only refine your talent to the next step, I enjoyed the write

    dahlusion commented on Lovers

    12-14-2008

    i need a cold shower—wow!!

    dahlusion commented on Lovers

    12-14-2008

    i need a cold shower—wow!!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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