PASSION

PASSION
His body stands before me
Toned pecs, perfect is he
Brown eyes, tanned skin
Searing heat within
I watch his satin lips
Slim hips
He trails a finger over my bossom
I am woman
He skims my body with his
He leans in for a kiss
He lays me gently on the bed
And brushes his hand over my head
I feel searing heat
As our bodies meet
He moves swiftly
Reminiscent of ‘50’
Yes I whisper wanting he
Take me now make love to me
I cannot refrain
He has perfect aim
My legs appart
My beating heart
Consuming passion
As he enters my chasm
His hardened fallus
I drink from his challace



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