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Author: DiMess
Fiction Rated: K - English - Fantasy/Romance - Published: 03-06-04 - Updated: 03-06-04 - id:1543204
Last thing expected, yes, even then
If not last, surely, within at most ten
Manifestation, prefaced, drifting giggle
Cramped quarters, standing, in the middle
Echoes off of walls, painted mirth
Hints eons, ages, amnesia lost birth
Spontaneous, epic stories, spawning all myth
Liaisons, connecting, bridging lost rifts
Earfuls, warm, moist, lulling sighs
Promising exotic places, unknown silk divides
Sparks brain flashes, back... leading to knees
Hand's frame shoulders, shuddering with needs
Reality melts, drains, seeps into mind
Neither blinks, anticipated, throbs align
Boundaries corroding, grabbing at a dream
Force of will, solidifies, willing opens scene
Experience, liquid velvet, taken inside
Fingers, trembling, contours, flesh, lightly glide
Thigh's glisten, quiver, following the beat
Of member, of smile, rhythmically to meet
Hunger, urgency, pulling in deeper
This moment, this flavor, tastes so much sweeter
Intensity, with heat, subtly, set faster pace
Flushed, darkening cheeks, both pulses race
Disengage, reposition, enters moon mid-rise
Tighten; grab hold, synchronizing of two tides
Clapping, not hands, tandem'd bodies collide
Sweat, skin, contact, no secret, this ride
Lips, parting, release, from breath to moans
Changes, again, louder grunts, deeper tones
Frenzied, coming together, then apart, now repeat
Thunder, smashing, announces burial of meat
Bracing, clamping shoulders, tightening of grip
Plunging, driving, downward, fulfilling the pit
Pleasure, screams, getting louder, both so close
Thrust, building momentum, last of lusts' throes
Release, seed spills, gush's moon, pearl chest
Shake, breathe, convulse, cannot think of rest
Behind, yet to finish impales still, quickening
What? Disbelief: spear inside starts thickening
Tired, getting pounded, yet determination remains
Hours Later, still there, completely fucked out of brains
Spear trembles, tip grows, bottoms out, then explodes
Collapsing, still entwined, sticky, ignoring spent loads
Surely unexpected, but welcomed is surprise
No complaints, not now, droopy, sated eyes
Soon, then, from each, exertion calls it's due
Combined, aligned, breath in time, ancient joins to new


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