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Morning at the cabin

Early morning warm and close the white mist rolls gently by
I bring her tea as she sits by the lake,
Her bare legs form graceful arcs, her soft form reclined
As I approach, her eyes are closed, her face awash in tranquility
I crouch beside her, she doesn’t stir as a wisp of pleasant smile crosses her lips
I run my finger softly down her arm and she inhales a little deeper
It has begun and I am ready again

I kneel in prayer, worship her sublime softness, lips gently touching her smooth skin
Kisses move up and I rise along with the form of her shoulder slowly lifting her satin wrap
I lay my head down and commune with her warmth, resonating with the joy of her quickening heartbeat
Her hand lies upon my hair, absent strokes strumming the chord of our bliss
It has begun and she is ready

Shimmering satin drapes her form, the interplay of light and dark highlight her sumptuous curves
My hand rides lightly over her breasts, absent swirls of pleasure stir what’s rising within her
The world and human forms are miles away from our sanctuary and time has lost all relevance
In no hurry I linger here enjoying the ease, gliding fingers over thighs, tummy breasts and round again
I stir the tempest growing within, awaken the depths of our souls
It has begun and we are ready

Rapid breaths with each fingers turn, it is time and I stand above her, a tender kiss atop her goddess crown
I stand and gaze upon her, chest rising and falling, excited senses anticipating what’s to come
I stand and gaze upon her, she doesn’t flinch, her eyes are closed submitting, offering herself
I stand and gaze upon her, her wrap has fallen open and her legs pull up inviting
I stand a gaze upon her, she pulls her knees up and it’s time
It has begun and time stands still

Once again I trace her form abstract curving lines down her hip and to her knee
My need begins to overcome me and I wrap a hand round her thigh squeezing, clutching to my chest
My kisses strong and sure along her thigh, her need comes stronger, sighs escape her
She opens to me and my hands brush over, teasing the fire and fanning the flames
A finger parts her and she gasps at welcome breach
Upwards softly kissing till I reach the valley and I’m welcomed to paradise
It has begun and slowly building joy to come

With little wisp of gentle tongue her essence fills me, fulfills me
Her pleasure is my calling, no greater joy I’ll know
To satisfy her hunger is to feed her of my soul
I wrap my arms around her as she arches up towards me
She falls again pushes down rolling and turning
Another wave , I caress the pearl and glorious ecstatic spasms explode

And now it’s done, breathless she strokes my hair and strums our chord of bliss.

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Skylar Smythe said…
AMAZING EROTICA!!!!

You must come read at my online workshop... sensual and powerful. Well done my friend!
October 3, 2008 at 7:43 AM
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