Never Seems

              Never seeming to go out of season are the passions we share. As one is where we should be, intimate intellect. Passions grow on what's fed in many directions, in many ways. Your sweet and majestic style of loving fills me completely. Like Bill Withers said "Just keep on using me", but baby you'll never use me up. I adore witnessing the waves of true pleasure wash over your body. Tasty sweet honey runs free and slowly down gorgeous thighs. Such arousal in those sweet eyes tell a longing tale of every neglected nook and cranny, that needs soft kisses and tongue attention. As beautiful as you are from the "B" to the "L" where the "T" stands is where my tongue lies. Sensuous sighs and wanting groans bring climaxes in three's. Your hips never recognized these types of rotations, being in diary minded bliss. This feeling is not one to resist and in your intense throes, it's a beautiful thing. It's like playing in the rain, you getting so wet for me. Sexy you shudder in exhale freeing spasms felt in the deepest corners of your honeypot. The sensual side of your hearts' pounding increases, twitching with desire and caressing breasts. You pinch marble hard nipples like it's all a dream. All through the night it rain you. And the devine passions we share together, never seems to go out of season.




                             Sir Lancelott