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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lover's Night In
[time] => 2004-01-11 03:10:43
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[bodytext] => Lover’s Night In January 10, 2004 Beyond the steamed windows the city slept, While I whimpered your name and pleaded to be kept. In your arms, beneath your familiar weight, Pressing myself into that same feeling so great. Your warm mouth having it’s patient way, Along my arching body, and stopping in a whisper to say, Those passion starved words into my ear and onto my lips, My hands idly strolling from your neck to your hips. Told to keep my eyes open, as you want to see, The change in my face when you push into me. Unbearably nice, my need to entice, But your tender kiss makes me miss, The words I was to say, the thought I was to think. Bring me past, up and over and my brink. A tempting torture every time with you, The slow and soft touches I knew. Forever trapped in one long, breathless gasp, Your pleasures make me hold tight and grasp. Luring me from peak to peak, Knowing with you I will never again seek. Flames of heat from the fire of lust, Created with two in the bedroom I trust. My sweet gasps and slow, ragged exhales, Put that smile in your eyes that makes me sail. My strokes of affection along your dampened body, And light kisses and nips on your chest make me feel naughty. With you anything is real, And everything I feel. In the dark we can both be free, When you gently slip inside of me. Tangled in these sheet of lust, Together, wrapped in eachother, we trust. Soft pushes as your pace quickens, And my need to be filled with you thickens. Gripping the bed beneath me, I know, When this night is over I won’t want you to go. A catch in my breath and your soft, low moan, Tells me a devoted desire, Has lit into you like a fire. Over and over we collide and fall, Together, experiencing it all. Our sleek skins sliding at the pace of our heartbeats, Together and eroctically knowing this joy and pleasure. When the room is silent but for the breaths we take, Both replaying the need and the want we make, Turning faces to all these places we have known. And those light traces of fingertips, From lips to hips and unspeakable trips, The downfall of our shared captivation... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 2 [informant] => calista [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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