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Lovers Lane

 
Sandy white beaches.
Car parked near lovers lane.
Long erotic kisses.
As passion danced through our veins.
I played with her hair.
Whispering sweet nothings in the sexy way of her look.
An image so beautifully charming.
That both the pillars of heavens.
And earth had nearly shook.
She was a vixen.
With a multi million dollar smile.
Seemed to cut like butter through my heart.
Like a razor sharpened knife.
And as we embraced hands together.
Obsession escaped from under.
Both her rainbow purpled eyes.
And she wanted me bad.
I could see lust in her smile.
Such cute red lips.
And butterfly tattoo teasing thighs.
I put my hands under her blouse.
A motion of such delight.
Pleasures opened up in slow motion.
To the silence of her mouth.
Kissing in braille never to be denied.
Under rain drops of a clear blue moonlight.
We gave in to the fight.
We couldn't resist any longer.
Lust lost it's control.
To sexual desire born stronger.
As my tongue licked so completely right.
Her bare naked soul.              
Moving in sync to the waves.
Crashing upon the shores of our space.
With a gentle touch of bondage.
I tied her up in the lace.
I brought her utter excitement.
The negatives exposing her face.
As dusk turned to night.
Imposters died in their beds.
We made love.
Like a machine guns bullets spread.
With a sexual warm explode.
Not a single word ever spoken or said.
Like thieves stealing gold.
I just couldn't carry or get a grasp.
All the beauty developing her soul.
Relaxing side by side.
Her face impelled on my chest.
Just holding hands.
Love won, it was no contest.
The softness of her skin.
Under sun’s retreated shine.
The world’s beauty in my lap.
As her legs crossed over mine.
Do we see the same seas.
And the shifting light dancing.
Do you hear the rustle of the breeze.
Like herald twilight romances.
Deep in thought we were.
Pounding hearts are all we heard.
I felt her heavy sighs.
With love continuing to burn.
My love never more to blame.
As love took another turn.
Nothing was sworn.
Down a winding road to the next lovers lane.
Not once, twice.
But love three times more.








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