Claim These Curves

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A feather brush of lipsOn the side of my neckRaces the shivers down my torso. The gentle warmth of your large hand Cups my breast As you lovingly squeeze.Sighs mingle softlyIn the blurring air,Kissing the steam rising,Closing over my mouthAnd silencing longingWith Çankaya Escort a hungry embrace.Wavering through the ancient raysOf the dying October sun,A steamy atmosphereHides from the chilly autumn.Dry rain of leavesFlutters an ocean outside the window,Whilst here, with you,The jungle Keçiören Escort world creeps towards usA panther on black velvet paws.Breathe in...Blow hotly...And slide your kissesDown this curving silhouette,Where breasts stand proudAnd waist draws in,Where hips speak of firm graspsAnd Etimesgut Escort a powerful thrust.My grace and beautyBeg for you,Inside,Deeper,Firm and heavy,Still deeper now, insideThis voluptuous paradiseOf heady, writhing,Indulgent form.I am made for you,For the kiss of your lips,For the curve of your handsAnd the thrust of your hips.Sweet perfume that scentsThis golden airPervades all senses andThrows the autumn away into midnight.For here,You and I,Locked in passion and loveCan break the heart of the universeAnd replace it with our own.Kiss me, lover,And claim these curves,For they are yours to enjoy.This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.