I stalk across the room to you, caramel eyes disclosing desire;
Smile at your sudden timidity; Wasn't it you who lit this fire?
Slow steps bring me before you; Place reassuring hand to cheek;
Sit astride, place tender kiss; Feel resistance growing weak.
One hand on each side of face, look deep in wanting eyes;
Hips begin seductive rotation; I place your hands to my thighs.
Feel rhythms as I rock and sway; I feel your desire growing too,
amidst petals of passion's flower; Welcomed by sweet morning dew
Movements grow more eager now as, desperately we clasp;
Working steady towards release, soft sighs give way to gasps.
Hands, now bold, on small of back, gently tug toward bliss.
Cries borne from throes of ecstacy, caught by surrendered kiss.
Lips against mine, quivering; Souls shake through tender skin.
Your inhibitions absent now, Begging warmth draws you deeper in.
We reach the peak in unison, you pull me to your chest;
Desire now sated, I hear you whisper, "baby you're the best".
A contest entry
- Light my fire (under 18 stay out) by Loving my life.
400 points, ended December 2, 37 entries
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