Heated Dreams
your kisses tease my lips as you scarcely touch them
your fingers tickle my nerves as you slide your hand along my spine
my hair, long and creme coloured, spill across the pillow
my hips buckle as you have your way
You murmur nothings in my ear as I wrap my legs around your waist
pulling your close and holding you still,
you begin your rampant thrusting
hard and pounding
loud groans echo off every wall
the candle light glimmers off our sweaty, glistening skin
my fingers find themselves mixed in your thick brown hair
you growl like a beast
There must be an art to this
this incessant passion and never ending moments of heat
we are in secret
in the dark we meet
in secret we love
in secret we share our passions
then the day begins and I realise that I have dreamt it
I lean back on the pillow
Sigh, the dream of incessant love making...
where's my prince now....?
Copyright © Princess Corazon | Year Posted 2011
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