Slowly

Lost in a magical state Her hands hold me in place I try to move inside She teases me as I beg to ride

On her knees she holds my strength I watch as my youth is bent between her milky thighs I hunger for her and cry

She touches her lips to skin I anticipate and push within She raises away Slowly today, not your usual way

She brushes me across her need Juices there for her to feed I watch the magic between our love Softness and silence of a dove

I struggle for control She follows my roll Above her I move down to touch She believes I'm too much

I succumb to her desire I test her fire Her fingers tease my length Strung out like a wire

On my back again We've plenty of time to spend Slowly she descends and rises to the end

Our passion stops for the moment A connection only two can share Our eyes meet as she descends And sends me to the end

Dare to be

 

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