Encapsulated in arms, back pressing chest, Bareness embedded in manhood, I lay aroused
As silent you dream, Pulse keeping time with my heart. I wonder where you are, wishing
For your awakening, a tacking from behind, without care the alarm rings so early. Then
Sweet surprise, you're stirring, Sleepy fingers fondling,
Feeding wanton hungering,
In the wee hours of morning.
Knowing you desire me more than sleep, Evokes my entirety to fervor, a warmth
Exuding as your own private fountain, Called forth to flow for your pleasure.
Side to back, head to foot, Ampleness piercing entrance, Intertwining like scissors, we
Lock in a dance of ecstasy.
Hips thrusting thighs, mound reaching high, riding swelling waves, engulfed by a raging
River, threatening to erupt floodgates.
Your passionate unrestraint opens my mind, loosing its aching yearning, a secret
Longing fulfilled. And flying free, my soul escapes these earthly confines, heaven
Bound, to find it's been delivered!
This is Shelley Cates Martin, author of this poem. www.findingmrright.net
Matthew Soriano
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