Sometimes the need, the want, the desire.
To feel that rush,
Completely consumes me,
Since I know it always ends with a gush,
Then right at the thought of your body touching mine the blood shoots through my veins,
Just as my natural fluids drip from inside of me,Moistening in between my legs,
The only thing better then the receptivity at the onset of this desired encounter is the feeling of your body entering mine
Together we glide back and forth
Sweat running all over our bodies
Our bodies feel so meant to be together, in many precise positions,
Each time we come together we both rush to touch every piece of the others body, pulling each other closer and closer waiting to feel the many spots we have already found on each other enjoying each one as they occur,
While still rushing to find many more spots that create that electrifying feeling that we both enjoy gifting the other.
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A very sensual poem, full of imagery and wonderful expression. I enjoyed reading it.
Well written and expressed
The uprising of the sense. Perfection and Lust sown toghether by the pen which paints the moment and the passion on un instant. All is suspended to feel what poet feels and see what poet sees. Excellent
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