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No Kind of Magic
Their Bodies Are One.
The Passionate Love Making Is Never Done.
Even After The Climax of Ecstasy.
Theirs Always Another Fantasy.
An Act of Passion and Lust.
From Morning to Dusk.
The Heat Between Their Bodies
Cause Them To Feel Doughty
An Innocent Act With A Twist
Sensations Caused From Just The Lips
His Tongue, His Hands, His Rod, All Tools
This Isn't A Job For Fools
He Caresses Her Body With His Smooth Hands
Exploring Her Like A Man In New Lands
Her Body, His Canvas, His Masterpiece
His Body, Her Delight, Every Piece
Two Souls Entangled In A Realm Unknown
Leaving Their Minds Left To Be Blown
The Fire Between Them Growing Stronger
The Love Making Getting Longer
Such Passion In Their Eyes
This Is Real, No Lies
His Warm Breath Upon Her Neck
Has All Her Hormones On Deck
She Leaves Her Body In His Control
He'll Always Hit The Spot, Field Goal
Her Soft Kisses Land Upon His Flesh
Each One So Full and Fresh
The Tips Of His Fingers Caress
She's At A Loss For Breath
Her Hands Clench His Back
He Will Thrust Without Slack
The Submarine To Her Ocean
The Boss To His Promotion
The Love, The Lust, The Passion
It's No Illusion, No Kind Of Magic
The Passionate Love Making Is Never Done.
Even After The Climax of Ecstasy.
Theirs Always Another Fantasy.
An Act of Passion and Lust.
From Morning to Dusk.
The Heat Between Their Bodies
Cause Them To Feel Doughty
An Innocent Act With A Twist
Sensations Caused From Just The Lips
His Tongue, His Hands, His Rod, All Tools
This Isn't A Job For Fools
He Caresses Her Body With His Smooth Hands
Exploring Her Like A Man In New Lands
Her Body, His Canvas, His Masterpiece
His Body, Her Delight, Every Piece
Two Souls Entangled In A Realm Unknown
Leaving Their Minds Left To Be Blown
The Fire Between Them Growing Stronger
The Love Making Getting Longer
Such Passion In Their Eyes
This Is Real, No Lies
His Warm Breath Upon Her Neck
Has All Her Hormones On Deck
She Leaves Her Body In His Control
He'll Always Hit The Spot, Field Goal
Her Soft Kisses Land Upon His Flesh
Each One So Full and Fresh
The Tips Of His Fingers Caress
She's At A Loss For Breath
Her Hands Clench His Back
He Will Thrust Without Slack
The Submarine To Her Ocean
The Boss To His Promotion
The Love, The Lust, The Passion
It's No Illusion, No Kind Of Magic
Published 7th Apr 2011
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Anonymous
7th Apr 2011 3:12pm
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7th Apr 2011 3:39pm
Even your comment is amazing. One day I wish to be as well talented as you if not better in erotic poetry. THanks for the input and advice
Anonymous
7th Apr 2011 4:12pm
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7th Apr 2011 9:21pm
7th Apr 2011 11:26pm
11th Apr 2011 5:48pm
I got a seductive vibe from this poem.. Those are my favorite types of erotics well done
11th Apr 2011 7:14pm
6th Jul 2015 9:08am
Incredible I love the sexual imagery it gives me in this.
This was very erotic and the best thing is you didn't have to get vulgar to make it sensual.
Very well done
This was very erotic and the best thing is you didn't have to get vulgar to make it sensual.
Very well done
