The tip of a hot, wet tongue
Writes a silver song
Across delicate skin,
A fluttering pulse beneath the satin surface.
Soft, sucking kisses
Trace a torpid pace over
Breasts that rise to greet them
With soporific fervency.
Languid fingers smooth spiced dew
Across splayed, glistening petals
As they scent the air with honeyed intent.
A drop of crystal incense
Is beckoned to mingle amongst
The sweet, wet folds,
And the rising swell of power
Is brought to slide
On velvet cushioned lips.
Heady air and slow, deep breathing;
Gentle entry, deepening progress;
Gliding skin and hot, wet desires;
Undulating bodies and permeating scents.
Long and slow,
A humming sounds in the deep,
Across the fields of midnight red;
Colossal rolls of thunder rising,
A steady swell of perfumed lust.
Kiss my lips and naked body,
And share with me
A long, slow fuck.
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