Passion-Filled Night

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On the beach, strike a pose,
Strip ourselves of all our clothes,
Close together we embrace,
Slowly warming blushing face.
Leaning in for a kiss,
Loving the red-hot passion of this,
Walking together hand-in-hand,
Then I lay on the cool, cool sand.
Ready and waiting I strike an intimate pose,
Spreading my legs that I dare not close.
He’s coming closer, closer still,
Closer, and closer and closer until,
He comes down on top of me with his gentle grace,
We hold each other close in a sweet embrace.
He goes into me, the deepest of deeps,
He makes me reach my highest peaks.
I arch my back and let him ride,
My heart is swelling with joy and pride.
He thrusts in and out once more,
But we know there is more in store.
He pulls out and I arise,
Getting up, I close my thighs.
He lays down on the sand this time,
This is truly my time to shine.
I lay down on top of him,
Feeling every throbbing limb.
I straddle him and start to ride,
My heart again swelling with pride.
I ride faster and faster, two become one,
We both cry in pleasure as we start to cum.
We are sweating and panting, in pure lust,
I keep riding him, it is a must.
We fit together, like a glove,
As we make sweet passionate love.
I get off of him, and take a rest,
He puts his lips upon my breast.
Sucking gently, I get hard and wet,
And then I am again ready and set.
I lay down again, he plays with me,
Making me want him more.
He enters me with the greatest of ease,
He goes in and out, over and over, as a tease,
I cry, “Go deeper, baby, please!!”
He goes in and out a few times more,
The he pulls out and we walk up the shore.
We gently dress each other up,
Kissing, caressing with such luck.
We walk together hand-in-hand,
Through the cool and damp sand.
We stop for a moment to take in the sight,
Of the starry sky and the moonlit night.
Sounds of waves crashing on shore,
We kiss passionately, using tongues to explore.
We hug once more in a strong embrace,
Both with passion across our face.
We walk up to my room and kiss goodnight,
I’ll never forget my passion-filled night.

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