Past midnight,
the owl in me opens bright eyes,
awake, aware
while he goes in and out of
conciousness,
eyes closed,
lashes fluttering.
Good vibrations
from deep throat purring
as I gently claw weak spots:
along his back
around his shoulders
above his ears
and around the waistband,
coyly reaching a litte further
inducing panting.
He paws outer thighs
while nibbling inward,
gradually becoming more centered.
Soft bites hit hard, as shockwaves
are emitted down south.
I exhale slowly to the
long laps of his moist tongue.
~~~
Legs entwined and
eyes closed to the
comfortable silence,
the white noise, of
soft breathing
hearts beating
to the coda of sleep.
Author notes
I was inspired by something on TV, so I just went with it. I hadn't written anything in a while, so I didn't want to get rusty.
Written June 27th, 2005
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How intense. I really like the use of sangria in the title and that is why I clicked onto this. Keep on going, breathing sensuality. Tony. (The pic's full on hehe)
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