Maybe

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Gently fingers tracing my spine

Lips crashing together

Bodies locked, intertwined

 

Her hair wild un-tamed

Her fervour so frenzied

Yet somehow restrained

 

Gliding against one another

Glistening bodies so rapt

Groans refusing to the smother

 

Pupils agape, dilated

Long days gone by

In expectation they waited

 

Greased in motion

So sweet our convulsion

Such girded devotion

 

The deep misty air thick

Hangs charged with wanting

Caressing we lovers slick

 

This vixen of pleasure

I find myself a part of

Could she be my measure?

love passion

◄ One night

Flambe ►

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Petrova Fairhurst

Tue 18th Jan 2011 16:49

Sounds lovely, and an interesting last line...

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winston plowes

Tue 18th Jan 2011 16:30

maybe this is the antidote to my latest one, (Mr and Mrs). Well written alan. Win

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alan barlow

Mon 17th Jan 2011 21:55

haha sorry oi shall add one just for you

"you dirty old man"

not too sure whether ive finished or not to be fair ??

and yes i get it budgie tongue ;-)

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 17th Jan 2011 21:49

bloody hell Barlow! you cudda put a picture of the action to go with this disgusting poem-good job I ,ve got a seedy imagination and a big pecker...hee hee(gerrit?)

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