A Lover's Pen

She laid there
under the light with her own bright
simmering heat fumed out of her
each moan questioned my quilts
while every sound tuned my heartbeat
I let my fingers dance on her belly
with her smiles filling my soul.
Holding the majestic beauty in my palms
she quivered in pleasure silently begging for more
And I tasted her neck
with the warm tongue, sliding all over
until my lips touched hers’, longing for a kiss.
It’s a battle to win,
A victory to celebrate in motions, hard and soft.
She was trembling in nakedness
as I slid into her.
She pleased me for every thrust I offered
in a battle between my love and her lust.

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