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By bp Date: 2004 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.18.20.52.16440]] |
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in this late hour on a mid-August night the day's torturous heat now just a trace, with heaven's dark sky splattered star light bright and with the moon's help how they now illuminate. naked to the night on a blanket she waits from a crystal flute she sips her wine. its acrid taste makes her body brace, and her silky skin to shine. our lady awaits, anticipates the night of love to be, she made her nest in secluded style away from prying eyes, alone in the night she patiently waits for her lover to arrive. her warm body bathes in the evening breeze eyes closed she lets her fingers roam, her half erect nipples she'll gently squeeze 'til engorged with blood they flush fully grown. laying a hand to her most sensitive spot the cradle of life's onset if you will, her first finger eases itself into place, and deftly the second does follow. slowly and softly in clockwise rotation wishing it were her lover's trace, the effect was good with her hips' gentle motion her soul now wrapped in silk and lace. with quiet and stealth on an old forrest path her mate breaks out of the tall trees' cover, spotting his sensual prey's silhouette naked and silent he slips toward his lover. feeling his presence her eyes slightly open towering above her as tall as the trees, she sees her muscular handsome young swain in time to see him drop to his knees. leaning in he gives her soft kiss' his hand tracks her nipples w/ a gentle lover's mirth, slowly and gently he brings her along, with a touch as soft as a feather's fall to earth. reaching forth and touching his face and gently pulling him down to her lips, they lightly touch then drift apart as he makes his way to her breast and hips. time is not urgent there's no wasted efforts every inch of her skin he greets with a kiss, as a hungry lion studies his prey not a single sound made, nor morsel missed. seductively firm he leads her to climax, she honors his every wish and whim. know his every move leads to pleasure from pleasure to rapture time and again. as the moon cross' over making way for the day, and the stars disappear in the sun's early light. our lady awakens alone where she lay her mysterious lover is gone with the night... |