Then Some...

When the night was done

Sexual desire sated by the night
With the dawning of the day
The ravaging would go on

The lust reawakened deep inside
That bright scar glows ever brighter
With the oldest game known
Mystical sexual constellation

Its contours defined on your body
A game mastered with your touch,
The seamless pleasure and stars abound,
Rooted in a gasp devoured,


As two ardent mouths dissolve together,
Time upon time tongues dancing
Hands masterfully playing
Muscles screaming in estacy


Prisoners of lust unsated
Steam rising from bodies exposed
The sun warming skin already hot
Heated breath on hidden places


Tasting fruit deep inside
Reaping all that is lust and then some…






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