Don Abdul ©2005
As we lie here by the fire place
In quiet repose, from passionate love making
Tracing the edges of your sexy lingerie’ s lace
Up your silken thighs, feeling you, wet and ready for another taking
Savouring your deep sensual kiss
Sensual touch and other little things I’d never want to miss
It’s moments like this that open my eyes
Making me see past the myths and the lies
And appreciate the depth in your eyes
The wealth of your character
The true beauty of your mature laughter
The deep lines, bespeaking the seasons of your life
Confidence that promises calm in periods of strife
Just looking at that sexy smile upon your face
Your soft moan as I stroke your pussy turns me on in many ways
My throbbing cock bursting free from beneath my pyjama
Hungry to explore you again sexy mamajamma
Before I could even say a word
You take gentle hold of my stiff rod
Sucking out my fears, putting strength into my soul
Stepping ever so right in this tango of lust
Putting your juicy slit to my face, your sweetness making me whole
Love cries, mine and yours, drowning out a world that is totally lost
This sacred posture of passion
A bridge from need to satisfaction
It’s moments like this that open my mind to the arousing image
Your beauty like wine growing more precious with age
For that wine now I truly thirst
Never had an older woman, you’re truly my first
And now, as our symphony of moans reaches crescendo
The sensation in my balls, much more than I could handle
I feel you stiffen, digging your nails into my tender flesh
Then the fire of my release, fuelled by the sweetness of your honey dew
So musky, yet fresh
The after shocks, coalescing into a second mutual quake
Both of us holding on tight, as though in a dream from which we fear to awake
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