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The Renaissance of Her Legs And Thighs

long, cool woman
black dress
highest heels
perfectly shaped calves
pushing up her derriere
pointed and round
she smiles radiantly
hair perfect,
....the Renaissance of her beautiful legs and thighs.
tears well up  
in the corners of my eyes
my mouth salivating
and my temperature rising
...the soul behind the sensual smile
the way her eyes meet mine,
the way she gently bites down  
upon her ruby lips  
trying hard to trip a conversation
professional and clean
both knowing the insane
and the growing obscene
between those legs and thighs
hidden in the dark places
deep inside her great divide
longing to find myself  
tightly in between
mahogany on fire.........
..I am bigger than my body

dripping wet  
skin drenched with
salty beads of sweat
her lips so soft, creamy and warm.....

....did I mention "wet" ?  
feeling the friction
within the contradiction
of an indifferent direction,
this erotic insurrection
....this is as good as it gets
caressing the flesh
and feeling the heat burning
inside her
long legs and  
sensual thighs
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 31st Jul 2015
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