- Erotic Poetry
- Just Thirty Minutes Of Wickedness
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Click hereJust Thirty Minutes of Wickedness…
Just a fraction of your day, no big deal
Time enough for varied positions of fantasies fulfilled.
Corkscrewed bodies, covered with sweaty skin
and heaving breasts covered with pearlescent seed spilled.
1800 hot burning seconds, of fevered depravity.
Kisses, long lingering kisses, for places unkissed for years,
Snaked limbs, colliding thighs, intertwining of you and I to make just one
Loud cries of joy and yet screams for more.
The passionate mixing of two souls, giving all, sharing all, feeling all.
That joy from finally knowing all, for it was revealed, given freely as a gift.
No need for secrets, utter exhaustion followed by a haunting need for more.
Then sounds of slap, slap, slap, slap, as two bodies become one again.
The sounds of ultimate arousal, the gush of pleasure, heard over and over.
The low moans, the strained breathing, the sighs of utter delight,
The joining of two souls fated from now on to be as one
Just thirty minutes with you…
jagryder
- COMMENTS
lorencinoover 15 years agoA rollicking 30 minutes of wickedness mingled with sparks of spiritual insight—Quite delightful.
