Posts Tagged ‘pleasure’

Moist and pulsating
Breathing fast
My body arching
How long can I last?

You whisper secrets
Into my ear
My god
I need to hold you near

To feel your breath
Upon my skin
And feel your cock
Slide right in

My body trembles
My legs twitch
Take me now
I’ll be your bitch

Touch me here
Lick me there
Fuck me hard
Pull my hair

Pound my pussy
Pin me to the bed
Spank my ass
Until I give you head

I’ll suck you for hours
Till you can take no more
Make you cum
Then ask for more

I will make you beg
Down on your knees
Give me puppy dog eyes
I make you say please

Your every wish
Is my command
I give myself
On your demand

Between us
There will be no master
We will lust
And just fuck faster

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Allow it the joy and wonder of your touch, caress

Does it not deserve as much

Legs ache with longing to wrap around your waist

Thighs dream of you softly laying a hand upon them

Little nibbles on ears and neck

Crying out for your touch, supple breasts

Soft buds silently scream to be kissed

This body has dreamt of you for so long now

Let it obtain extacsy

Grant this wish

Now only your will is recognize

You who comes to my dreams

Who awakens me with pleasure

Pleasure forgotten as dreams fade

Passions revealed,
desires sedated,
never once believed,
such pleasures awaited.

Romance claimed lost,
desire now greed,
no estatic long nights,
just fullfilling a need.

But with lingering glances,
on satin smooth skin,
through the night we languish,
in the erotica of skin.

A candle lit dinner,
alone to test our will,
champaine on ice ,
inhibitions to chill.

A fire in the hearth,
our only light,
yet hold back the urges,
as passion fills the night.

Caressing your hair,
a masage designed to please,
your breathing grows soft,
a sensual tease.

Lips finally meet,
so tender and hoping,
tounges intertwine,
searching not groping.

Finger tips trace,
from your neck down your spine,
awakening nerves the pleasure ,
devine.

Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor,
bringing pleasure in the skin they show,
no rush no hurry all night,
to take it slow.

A trail of kisses,
the soft backs of knees,
bodys aching yearning,
eager to please.

By the light of the fire,
two bodys join in an ancient rite,
as soft moans of pleasure,
become the sounds of the night.