Tis a curious thing...

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So dance for me now...
Spin for me now...
Close your eyes and let go...
Let it wash over you...
Feel it start in the pit of your stomach...
And flow from between your legs...
Racing through you like a good line...
Bring yourself closer to the edge...
Open your eyes and find yourself...
Within me there remains the Passion...
Of a lost dream the desires threaten...
Fight no more but release the inhibition...
And come for me now...
   Come with Me now.
Move your hips in a perfect rhythm...
Don't look away from this...
Listen as your breathing gets faster, heavier...
Sweat forms on your brow, only to be licked & kissed away...
A mingling of tongues dancing, exploring...
The pulsing, throbbing flesh...
Thrusting and grinding in unison towards climax...
Sighs and moans filling the room, building to a crescendo...
Milking and squeezing against the supple skin, pushing faster...
Fingers digging into the warm flesh, feeling a lover's breath against an inviting neck...
Gentle biting, rubbing against the sensitive clit...
Juices mixing, flowing from within...
Pumping to each other's release, allow it to overtake you...
Grinding and thrusting through the blinding orgasm...
"Know God through the expression of the sin of the flesh..."
Breathlessly taken away...
The final thrust...

A passionate, loveless kiss...
Moving down the neck, along the chest, stomach...
Up along the inner thigh...
Licking & sucking on a juicy, throbbing & sensitive sex...
The quiet gasp...
Building the excitement and arousal...
Feel the heat against your tongue, it builds from within...
Tasting the sweet taste of mixed juices, fluids coming together to form the perfect taste...
Hands racing, roaming fingers over a naked ass...
Teasing, probing, the senses run amok...
Pulling away, slipping behind to tease and enhance the pleasure of a tantalized sex...
Guiding in, thrusting fully deep within her heat...
Hand on her hips, grinding heavy balls against her moist passage...
Slow strokes, a firm grip on her hair...
Squeezing supple flesh, feeling her clamp down in reflex...
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air...
Overtaken by lust, lost in a wild passion...
Harder, faster thrusts, pressing deeper within...
Turning her head to look back, her eyes on fire...
Pulling out, lubing a finger to explore another crevice...
Feeling the pressure she moans as the head pushes past her tight ass...
Slowly sliding deeper...
The tightness of her hole, her body pressing back into me...
Shorter thrusts, rushing towards an explosive release...
An orgasm builds in the base of the shaft, racing upwards as the pumping quickens...
Both moaning as hot cum shoots and fills her...
Slowing the breath, spasms from her as clenching a throbbing cock...
Pulling out slowly, a soft 'pop' as the head comes out...
Followed by a string of cum, running down to cover her glistening pussy lips...

"This is a passionate lust, coupled with only desire. This is sex as it was intended."

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 17 years ago
Awesome

Awesome. . . .realistic . . . . i could really visualise what the writer was saying

AnonymousAnonymousabout 17 years ago
Okay

1) cut out the ellipses

they distract the reader and don't help the rhythm and structure of the poem

2) cut its length

this is too long

3) slash and burn

there isn't much worth saving from this mess of a poem. save any images that help tell the poem and ditch the rest.

Then shape it into something legible

A mass of images without any foundations = will fall down

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