Primal (evolved)

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My tongue delves deep,
Between your pink cheeks.
Touching your soul.
Your heart,
Trembles.
Skips.
Then finds its beat again,
In mine.
These Masters strong hands,
Make flesh tingle.
Make it sting.
Make it a lil pinker,
As my tongue fuck,
Takes you there.
A place of my own making.
Where you have always dwelled.
If only in your dreams.
A dream remembered.
In past lives.
Where I loved you before.

Bound by my desire.
Bridled,
Like a young,
Skittish filly,
Mounted by my strength.
Waiting for my flanged,
Hot.
Enraged.
Yet, loving manhood,
To fill you.
Slowly.
Almost painful.
To find my way.
Deep in your bowels.
Filling your belly,
With ecstasies delight.
Impaled.
Pinning you.

My fist pulls the reins,
Of your Golden mane,
As I slam you!
Take you....to that other place.
And I own you!
Own you!
As you own me.
Body.
Soul.
Heart.
Body!
Soul!
Heart!

Your orgasm,
Begins.
A small ember.
Deep in your belly.
That grows brighter.
Brighter.
Ever hotter.
Filling you with it's,
Roaring fire!
Engulfing me.
That which sparked,
Kindled.
It's making.
I feel your heat,
As my cock fills you.
Becomes your fire.
Those silken walls throb,
Around me.
Surround me
Contract.
Then throb again.
Contract!
Gripping me.
Swallowing me.....
In a shuddering,
Soul searing.
Love filled release,
As I,
release with you!
Throbbing in rhythm with you........
Becoming you.
As you become me.
Being one,
In each others hearts.
Souls.
Minds.

Our sweat mingles.
Cools us slowly,
As our bodies,
Calm within one another.
Till the next time.
When I take you farther.
Higher.
Deeper.
Enslaving you,
With my love.
A love,
That never knew it's meaning,
Till I met you.

For my Kyle (little one)
Bo 12/03

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