To: Trikebuilder; SAMWolf; Darksheare; Colonel_Flagg; bentfeather
Ok Trike, I gave it a shot since you insisted. :) It's even more embarrassing going up against one of yours but here goes. No laughing now fellas.
He moves in a matter-of-fact like manner, paying attention to detail
smooth and slow but definate
He seems non chalante otherwise
but not so when he makes love to me
Softly, yet with his full strength he pulls me to himself
and he begins the slow careful caressing of my skin
I join in his playful ways and loving touches
Soon we are committed to an end we both desire
taking our time, the heat intensifies
the fire burns and we continue to rage until our passion explodes
I hang on to him as we become one
Holding him tight as though I were clinging to life itself
Lost in the thrill of shear pleasure
Our energy spent, we wrap ourselves around each other
Deep in a lover's embrace, calmness and warmth envelope us
He waits, I rest
yet while embers still burn,
once again his timing in perfect unison with my desire,
he resumes his loving strokes across my warm skin
our eyes meet and we smile in anticipation
as we know the fire will soon ignite again
90 posted on
12/18/2003 10:10:20 PM PST by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: snippy_about_it
WOW! You're good. That's beautiful.
92 posted on
12/18/2003 10:15:02 PM PST by
SAMWolf
(Support your local medical examiner: die strangely!)
To: snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; Trikebuilder
WOW snippy, we are going to have to get this Lair wired for AC this winter.
Between you and Trike, Sam's right about the windows being steamed up. We really have a lot of humidity in here this morning.
To: snippy_about_it
EXCELLENT!
Loved the imagery! Nice and soft, with just an edge of heat. (and you thought you couldnt smokem! HA!)
163 posted on
12/19/2003 9:30:53 PM PST by
Trikebuilder
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
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