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pleasure

shifts

paddlings of feeling

fan moments

with such instinctive demand

slipping into desire

touch maps her own way

even the quiver is sweet

the aching deep inside

presses on

I bask in your gaze

the want is up and running

loose in the wind of your arms

lips linger

so utterly in love with their

conquest

the beloved nape

rapture dances to the rhythm of

her own throbbing needs

you feel me at which point

to my next peak I speed

promise speaks to my hungry body

through the magic feeding of your

hands upon my bare hips

my left shoulder has just informed me

how so very much shes in love with

your mad brushing lips

you sneak so beautifully into the

damp hot lure of my parted flesh

transfixed by the feel of such wet

living glove

orgasm is an unhurried afterthought

as I stare back into your own eyes

so unhidably now in love

as you are seeing into my soul

I feel us

fall into the heaven of each other

home just got a new name

aptly enough its called

our marriage bed.....

(July9,2000 130pm)