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By bp Date: 2003 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.08.17.12.15607]] |
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outside the walls a cold wind howls in the dark of a wintery night. yet in their bed so soft and warm a young couple's fancy takes flight. fresh candle light flickers in challenge to the outside winter's cold bluster. yet safe in their place they lend a soft grace to light up the lover's growing luster. under warm blankets naked bodies entwine she's backed in to outline his form. his free hand parts her raven black hair his lips track her neck....his breath warm. her whole body shutters as his hand softly traces her side from shoulder to knees. his kiss' grow hot between shoulder and neck for more her breath sweetly pleads. his hand travels back and stops at her rear caressing her flesh firm and slow. her hips gently roll into every firm squeeze starting nature's hot juices to flow. again on the move his hand travels up past tummy so soft to her breasts. while each one he fondles and cupping its weight his hips grinding soft in the quest. outside the wind's howl has grown to a roar yet inside the light slowly wanes. with bodies so hot blankets kicked to the floor wrapped up in love's rapture gains. now facing each other they give to each other their gentle and sweet surrender. a playground of lust yet filled with love's trust and touching so firm yet so tender. she reaches her hands out to stroke his desire so hard yet so smooth to her touch. and likewise he bends in to suckle her nipples hands rubbing her hips full and lush. as is nature's way there's time in love's play when exploring and pleasure must grow. spreading her limbs to let him pass in she shudders with love's natural glow. gentle and tender yet rythemic his strokes the room fills with sounds of their pleasure. their hips rise and fall in love's intimate dance this dance, love's most ultimate measure. faster and harder they urge one another as closer to climax they gain. kissing and rubbing expressing their love 'til euphorically numb they became. outside the winter storm rages a most punishing wind at play. yet lying inside in each other's arms our lovers drift off and away..... |