A kaleidoscope of color
danced on the floor that night,
you were such a pretty sight,
a whirling dervish of utter delight.
I was memorized by your
strong, sexy thighs,
hypnotized by your penetrating eyes
that stole my mind and beating heart.
Together we twirled with reckless abandon,
without a worldly care, your thick curly hair
flowed in splendor to the rhythm, the melodic beat.
We were not discreet, moving our feet,
creating heat,a joyful burning, searing our bodies.
I could feel your endless energy,
your sensual power.
I knew I wanted your
beautiful feminine flower.
We floated, blew across the hard wood
to the edge of the crowd and
walked as if on clouds to the exit door.
My core was on fire, my manhood rigid
with desire, we did not go too far,
against the car, you offered me
your fine bottom,
legs slightly spread to greet me,
I dropped to my knees with eager fingers,
pushing aside wet laced panties,
my tongue quickly found your succulent mark,
a delicious lady mixture of sweet nectar and saline.
A wonderful tasty dessert, I lapped incessantly, but,
with a delicacy that respected your moist gift, hooded sensitivity.
On silent cue, I rose and slide my hardness deep inside your love nest,
softly caressing your perky breasts, you sighed with content, again and again.
I gently stroked your bent body to a fevered pitch,
you itched with a yearning, a burning for my boiling seed,
the wet sound of our perfect union echoed our lust,
I sunk, I thrust , I unloaded my sticky warmth into you,
a flood of reciprocation filled your swollen sexy place,
our faces revealed the joy, oh, boy, mutual satisfaction!
The attraction was complete as
our flow streamed down our inner thighs,
toward our dancing feet,
we were not sinners.
At that very moment,
your specialness was
danced on the floor that night,
you were such a pretty sight,
a whirling dervish of utter delight.
I was memorized by your
strong, sexy thighs,
hypnotized by your penetrating eyes
that stole my mind and beating heart.
Together we twirled with reckless abandon,
without a worldly care, your thick curly hair
flowed in splendor to the rhythm, the melodic beat.
We were not discreet, moving our feet,
creating heat,a joyful burning, searing our bodies.
I could feel your endless energy,
your sensual power.
I knew I wanted your
beautiful feminine flower.
We floated, blew across the hard wood
to the edge of the crowd and
walked as if on clouds to the exit door.
My core was on fire, my manhood rigid
with desire, we did not go too far,
against the car, you offered me
your fine bottom,
legs slightly spread to greet me,
I dropped to my knees with eager fingers,
pushing aside wet laced panties,
my tongue quickly found your succulent mark,
a delicious lady mixture of sweet nectar and saline.
A wonderful tasty dessert, I lapped incessantly, but,
with a delicacy that respected your moist gift, hooded sensitivity.
On silent cue, I rose and slide my hardness deep inside your love nest,
softly caressing your perky breasts, you sighed with content, again and again.
I gently stroked your bent body to a fevered pitch,
you itched with a yearning, a burning for my boiling seed,
the wet sound of our perfect union echoed our lust,
I sunk, I thrust , I unloaded my sticky warmth into you,
a flood of reciprocation filled your swollen sexy place,
our faces revealed the joy, oh, boy, mutual satisfaction!
The attraction was complete as
our flow streamed down our inner thighs,
toward our dancing feet,
we were not sinners.
At that very moment,
your specialness was
imbedded in my mind,
sealed forever by true love,
a kindness I’ve never found since.
Always at night,
I think of you and
these succulent acts,
I cannot sleep.
I even weep in my empty bed,
a lone tear rolls down my cheek,
your meekness is sadly missed.
I kiss the heavy air and cup my hands
to smell your grace, visualize your rosy face.
Indeed, as a matter-of-fact,
I miss you very much, especially,
when in incredible need.
Like now and forever.
sealed forever by true love,
a kindness I’ve never found since.
Always at night,
I think of you and
these succulent acts,
I cannot sleep.
I even weep in my empty bed,
a lone tear rolls down my cheek,
your meekness is sadly missed.
I kiss the heavy air and cup my hands
to smell your grace, visualize your rosy face.
Indeed, as a matter-of-fact,
I miss you very much, especially,
when in incredible need.
Like now and forever.
