Poetry of the DarkChild | ||||
"Deep Love" Deep brown eyes staring at me moving along every inch every curve... saying my name speaking the words... I want you...I want you... kissing... touching every pressure point on my body sweet touches moving across... across my breast caressing and massaging my nipples leaving them firm... to the soft sweet blows of hunger ripping from his lips... trickle down my spine arousing the animals within my forest causing an eruption... sending juices flowing down my thighs lusciously kissing my lips... the scent of your skin tickles my senses weakening my body with the feel of the heated thundering rod positioned within the door of my entrance... not proceeding but tempting and releasing the drug that has me willing... opening... anticipating your coming... groaning... not caring who hears the sounds of love making... no longer able to bare the tension... feeling... that races through the heated filled room... a sound comes from my lips as we move... Stronger and stronger he goes... deeper and deeper it flows... no air no way to resist the volcano that is about to explode... feeling you in my soul high as the heavens... I let go of my inner me.. you take all of me... he cums... and he cums again then there's silence... Endless love is the sight in his eyes as he lay beside me... rain drops sprinkle along the window pane heavenly.. Deep Love is what this is... (c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson |