Entwined and entangled,
To touch and to hold,
The sweat emits from the pores,
To create a loving sensation
From both of us.
The pleasure is rising
To a multi-simulated climax
The moveents of our pelvis' quicken
As all physical sensations build
To near the end.
Every sense is heightened
Like a beast in danger
As our sight, sound, smell...
Touch...
Taste..
All create a heavenly orgasm
As we lay panting, finished,
Satisfied,
In love.
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Written October 22nd, 2005
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you seem to be having great fun pal, good work though
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