flagged off by lips meeting...
I hold you tight next to me..
the tongue of my tip buried deep into your mouth... like a miner I kiss you..
the arms around your waist
and yours around my chest...
the nostrils breathing at a faster rate... and pace....
the heart as the obeying organ it pumps so fast... to catch up with the breath..
like a baby I carry you off...
under the textiles we bury ourselves
to hide away from the ears of the walls..
Off I start.. carefully like a surgeon I bisect your legs..Accompanied with a kiss... spiced up with gentle, little yet effective bites. on your nipples... as I whisper to your eyes....
A tip of my tongue navigates your ears with soft little bites... as you gasp for Oxgyen
speaking the language that's known by the elders as you pull me close... on how bad you want it in...
not so fast.. I let my fingers navigate the way to the golden rivers...stroking forward and backward carefully..not to inflict pain but pleasure.
little efforts paid attention to.. the magic is done and the rivers flow....
You being a victim of the effect.. Convulsions take control... as you yearn for it..My hand on top of the right nipple I dare it into a tap.. tap game.. as I slowly massage it. my lips at the entrance of the promised ... my tongue tip rolls... as though to clear the path for the long awaited visitor...
I slowly pave way for it... In it rolls.....
As you dance to its rhythm.. we both start groaning little by little.. the pleasure is felt speed limit not known to us.. since we have broken no traffic rules... I tap left.. right in search for satisfactory....
I'm glad both of us were not disappointed.... the liquids splashed..
we both laid panting like thirsty dogs...
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.Luutu Samuel Darvin Poet
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