Eyes fixed like a scope on its objective
Feeling the desire in the air
Stomachs flip like circus clowns
First touch sends tremors thru the body
Next a kiss that sends me to another solar system
Cloths drop to the floor like bricks
Bodies collide making two into one
Sweet scent of lust in the air
Taste of each other so sweet
Licking the juices of our lust
Slowly entering into her cleft
Thrusting like a piston
Our bodies quiver as if on queue
Warmth flows
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Nov 9, 2015