who_leo

21 August 2013

Temporary Crossing

When I tasted you
it seemed like something
we'd already done,
maybe a life time ago -
in another dimension,
another dream.
Lips kissed yours
as the tongue caressed your open smile
and with each lash you moaned,
back arched, hands lead
to squeezing proud tits
with little mounds,
standing to attention,
my attention.
Soft feel of thighs
against shoulders,
moaning pleasures
of a kissed connection,
sound waves in the dark.
Lost for hours
between your meat
whispering sweet nothings
into you.
Never want to be found.
Fuck our escape.
Let us be.

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