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Author: designer amnesiac
Fiction Rated: M - English - Romance - Reviews: 4 - Published: 11-08-07 - Updated: 11-08-07 - Complete - id:2435909

Touching your body with my tongue,
Starting at the base of your neck
I trace my fingers along those curves
Digging my fingernails deeper into your skin
I nibble and tease at your senses
Licking the inside of your thighs
You purposely lift your hips to meet my lips
As your fingers begin to play a tune
Only you and I know
Feeling all too linguis
Your tongue runs deep, up and down my spine
Before you dip deep into that strawberry slush
Our hormones rage; our fingers clench
As we begin to pump and grind

I love your mouth; your tongue
The art you perform in such amazing succulence
How you devour, then taste
As your mouth lingers over my clit, then slowly takes me in
I give in
In such an addictive rush
I give in, and try
Moving in rythmn
As your lips devour me
On this bed
Where our bodies meet again, and again
I part my thighs, For only you
As I become your dirty prayer, a reborn sin

Where everything I feel is..
Wet, hot, warm and sensual

All of this; us
To the point of begging

Looking into the deep blue of your eyes
I feel my senses always falling deeper
Drowning beneath the sound of your voice
Resting my lips on yours
Listening to the heavy sweetness of our hearts, I fall..
Spiraling into various tones of esctasy
Not just into your arms, or your touch
I fall.. Spiraling
Into various tones of esctasy
Not just into your arms, or your touch
But with you, being with you, like this
"This"
Is where I fall

More in love with you
Everyday

(Where everything else comes natural)


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