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Click hereI feel no time limit, I hear no sounds but only that of his warm breath beating down against my skin.
His mouth, his hands, and with his whole body envelopes me, all of me slowly, easily, not in a pornographic way, not made from love but a twist of desire, passion, and lust.
I feel so needed and wait for all his desperations to be unleashed upon me so that I can give him all that he needs and desires, the satisfaction that I have brought him ecstasy.
I look into his eyes and I see it in his face and I hear it in his cries, knowing that he succumbs to full gratification deep inside of me.
I feel his caress as he devours, savors, and takes all he wants and needs, leaving my body tingling, burning, and aching with the pain of pleasure that he has given to me.
I am left limp with internal convulsions from what his body has done to mine.
I wait for him to take more when I feel I have no more to give, over and over till he has had his fix, leaving me each time more and more pleasured then the last till I melt in his arms and he has had his last.
It is better to give than to receive. This work reinforces that sentiment and it applies to friendship, love as well as lust. A vessel can only be filled after it has been emptied. Well done!
And an ultimate fantasy this rendering is. Both individuals giving and receiving that most passionate of gifts.
Welcome to the Poetry side of Lit's house with this nice narrative poem of love and lust satisfied, again and again.
Welcome to the Poetry side of Lit's house with this nice narrative poem of love and lust satisfied, again and again.
Welcome to the Poetry side of Lit's house with this nice narrative poem of love and lust satisfied, again and again.