Young Sultry Shadow

Shadows deep,
Shadows deep,
She wants me to keep her,
In shadows deep.

Midday twilight,
Sheltered from the light,
Passions without age,
But always on time,
Her shadow mixed in mine,
She loves it from behind,
The slapping of manly pelvis,
To feline buttocks strong,
On her elbows and knees,
She arches her back to please,
Her lovely face buried in crimson sheets,
Her long fingers tear at the fabric of cause,
She is thirty-one years from menopause,
I ride her treasure surrounded by strands,
Of velvety golden youth,
Until she melts into a heap,
Of gooseflesh trembling.

Shadow’s keep,
Shadow’s keep,
She loves me deep,
In shadow’s keep.

Toes knuckled white,
Nails painted red bright,
Announcing her passions,
Without a word said,
Such talented mouth and lips,
She never uses she hands,
She knows how to please her man,
She swallows it all,
Not a drop she wastes,
She loves the way I taste,
As she gently with skilful fingers squeeze,
My scrotum to keep “her” totem large and hard,
Until there is nothing left,
But weakened knees and tenderness,
She kisses my navel she kisses my chest,
She kisses my mouth,
With mixed saline of her and myself.

Shadows deep,
Shadowed from society,
A girl much to young for me,
In her shadow’s keep.