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Click hereDream....
...and you come to my door
late at night,
quickly enter as I answer
I try to speak, and you
place your finger at my lips saying
"Don't talk"
Then you kiss me-
Tongues wrestling, hands removing clothing
then I place you on the bed as the final piece falls to the floor
giving pleasure as I know how,
kissing breasts and belly and the mound below
and you show your gratitude with your fingers through my hair,
your nails scratching my ears,
your legs clenching around my head
You explode with gushing force, gasping for air
then pull me closer to your face, night-dark eyes
searching mine as you
decide what to do next, then
you grasp me firmly, with sensual strokes
you prepare me for your embrace
Pulling me closer, you take command
and spread your legs for my entrance, then
as you envelop me, you rock slowly,
almost painfully,
pressure building within both of us, your
pace quickens, hearts racing, kisses more fervent,
mad crazy hot wet throbbing hearts in rapid motion
mad crazy wound-up tension building to divine explosion
mad crazy passion burn inside seek final consummation
mad crazy emotion find true redemption in our fusion
then release-----
Infinite seconds in each other's arms
bodies held tightly, sweat as glue
eyes locked tight, focused
seeking the truth behind the glass, our
unbroken unspoken unending connection, forged
during our eternal silence
You place your soft hair against my chest,
hear my slowing heart, feel the depth
of my feelings for you,
the gratitude for your place in my life
the burning memory of our one night of love
Then, damn it all!
dawn returns reality with the first rays of morning, and
you quickly dress as I lay on the bed,
no words spoken (as if we had any)
you reach up to kiss me, a soft, wet embrace, and
I try to speak, as before
your fingers touch my lips again,
"This didn't happen"
as I fade you disappear
I awake moments later,
left in rumpled sheets and scattered clothes, with
my notebook still on my desk....
...now, where's my pen?