Carnal Passion August 14, 2009
Looking at your body, I violently quiver,
Not in revolt, but more in a matter of trepidation,
Because after all, this is carnal passion,
Vicious, humid on the surface,
Take no prisoners sexual charisma,
The face of what real desire is
In a loving relationship.
I would be remiss to say, lying, if I told you
That I didn't say that caressing your breasts
Did not result in a thrill that sparked a little friend to attention.
Better still, I love to penetrate your soul
At its source, nice and damp, with lips resonating
Thoughts of splendor and good gluttony
To display my affections effectively.
And the glutes, so soft, yet firm,
And I could have fun in so many ways,
For not just the sheets have been jammed
Between the crack, where the sweat pools.
The curvatures of your back arch
As I thrust all of myself into you,
Your legs, wrapped around my waist,
Tell me I am doing a splendid job,
And that we are done when you spasm in between.
Not in revolt, but more in a matter of trepidation,
Because after all, this is carnal passion,
Vicious, humid on the surface,
Take no prisoners sexual charisma,
The face of what real desire is
In a loving relationship.
I would be remiss to say, lying, if I told you
That I didn't say that caressing your breasts
Did not result in a thrill that sparked a little friend to attention.
Better still, I love to penetrate your soul
At its source, nice and damp, with lips resonating
Thoughts of splendor and good gluttony
To display my affections effectively.
And the glutes, so soft, yet firm,
And I could have fun in so many ways,
For not just the sheets have been jammed
Between the crack, where the sweat pools.
The curvatures of your back arch
As I thrust all of myself into you,
Your legs, wrapped around my waist,
Tell me I am doing a splendid job,
And that we are done when you spasm in between.
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