We have just finished our first leg of an Olympiad.
That's what I call our bodies tangled in motion.
Moisture mingling from sweat and satisfaction,
As our crazed senses long for more of what we just had....
The fading candlelight flickers on our wet skin.
Toes and fingers interlocked, not wanting to be free.
Captivated by a Love which is more than willing to Be,
Driven to a maddening of the senses reaching deep within'....
Your breathing accentuates the rise and fall of your breasts.
My manhood quivers as thoughts of your touch, touch me.
Even if I were blindfolded, every cell in my body would see,
Every fingertip, every stroke of your tongue upon me pressed....
Slowly are those heights reached, yet quickly are the falls.
And after each fall, the need too taste again is an insatiable urge.
As our cells scream for a repeat and the need to merge,
Our Love for eachother answers the call....
Not a word is spoken, but the language is understood.
Heated, smooth wet skin, vibrates from the ensuing friction.
Bringing forth a marvelous rendition of lustful depiction,
Touching everything real, and everything good....
Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2018
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