The Alluring Curves Of A Special Woman

"how I worship every inch of her form"

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Her curves

are much more than

a gentle melody that plays

its symphony of love

in ten thousand ways

The gentle rise and fall

of her chest so fine

A rhythm that matches

the beat of my heart’s rhyme

Forever and always

my devotion will be true

For she is the one

and only one

to steal my heart

I shall dream of her

untill the end of time

Till the stars

fade out of sight

and the world

runs out of rhyme

~

And yet gasping

her lips are licked

and bitten in a plea

As I’m teasing

her throbbing aching core

Her thighs now split

on both sides of my hips

her breast in my mouth

caught between

my teeth and my lips

Our bodies melded together

closer than skin on skin

we each don’t know

where her limbs end

and mine begin

~

Standing on the edge

Longing for release

An ache

That brings her

to her knees

her warm soft

worshipping

of my velvet steel

Wet glistening

an exquisite feel

Fused bodies

salt-kissed skin

unable to tell

where her wants ends

and mine begin

Published 8 months ago

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