Her whispers turned into subtle moans. The breathe turned warmer and warmer. Her nails dug deep into the back. As each inch of the curve is felt by bare cold hands. She just cannot wait for the climax now. The lust will spread within her, With every thrust. This will be the end and beginning of the wet warm climax she deserves.
It had just rained last night. You called me twice You came to my garden in that linen white shirt 2 in the night. The ground was wet, will stones blooming and cursing our toes. The plants were drenched in a smell of petrichor. You should not have wore the white shirt and shown me those breasts wet and erect. Our lips drew wars for blood, the tongues wrestled for saliva and hands traced every inch. We forgot the stones, as if pain was an asylum those were not the leisurely moans, I felt the trembling back but you hands made me swallow.
A bite on the bosoms and you turned into an animal, taking my hands inside the shirt Neighbours were asleep, they wish they wouldn’t. My hands helped you with touch as you stroked me so well,the hands moving over the warm breasts, turned cold and wet from the rain The touch moves as you let out a moan.
I swallow a room in my mind, to digest its origins. Its woodwork churns and mollifies, I could feel my fingers full of sawdust and laughter, lost handprints(possible mine), from the dying furniture and the floor caress my head.
You will always find a way to meet yourself, once you are forgotten by everyone.
The lights are turning dim, I do not know, how to serve light in a tall glass for myself? Can you teach my fist to hold sands of darkness? I shall learn somehow, to sprinkle when necessary.
You can learn anything, you want. But remember to put off the light in the end.
The garden screams with its emptiness, and my eyes could bear the shrieks. Is this is how I forget your touch? Without music? Without sleep?
The tongue is heartless servant, it slithers on your neck and lips, like a snake devoid of warm flesh, I feel the warmth and the tremble in cleavage, but I am cursed as in Eden.
It smothers the bra slowly, peeking within with satanic eyes, the warmth is a thirst for a thing made of out flesh, it multiples while inside, caressing, pressing, Disappearing with eyes, Your breath is a kiss of blaze burning and I was a winter worth nurturing with hands choking my existence
The breasts caressed slowly, into a tumultuous moment of touch, I trace the tips to its origin, feeling them erect and ready for to pleased, unhook now and lie down, let me taste the eden before being banished forever.
Confetti of romance showers over me; The caress of silk arouses me as I lay in blooms of fantasy; Clothed in robes of rose petals.
Blossoming lips of pink yearn to be kissed, to be watered by wanton lust, to feel the thorny tongue thrust,. Trace the thorns down my neck, cause my stem to shiver with delight, grow the passion tonight. Petals rest upon supple breast, smooth and yielding to feathered fingertips, sweet to hungry lips.
Confetti blanketing my nakedness Blow them away to expose my womanliness Unrobed of rose petals.
Panting and moaning in a state of bliss, under the command of your kiss, wildly in column as your tongue enters the heavenly abyss. Pleasure overwhelmingly intense, as frolicsome body arched in suspense, legs tremble at as the lusting grow too immense. “More, More” I scream and plead, of the aching, pining, perishing need. Satisfy my ravenous greed.
Confetti of wantonness scattered in disarray; As I dance my intimate ballet, my sweat my new perfume, fresh bouquet; Bereft of rose petals.
Petals strewed upon the bed, kaleidoscope of pink and red, as legs further spread. Fingers grasp at your hair, pushing you ever near, melted into his sizzling affaire. Taste the bittersweet of my sex, higher my breasts convex as I become closer, ever closer to my apex. Pussy atingle so good it hurts, at talented tongues good work, I explode like a firework