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A Chill In The Air (upon a hot summer's day)
A chill in the air
on a hot summer day
a play upon life's contradictions
in a completely oxymoronic way......
…...she smells of
cleanly pressed linen
her presence disturbs
the stillness
of the moment
I can't help but cast a stare-
I gaze upon her caramel skin
and her soft, raven black hair
( wanna' brush it, stroke it....I wanna' comb it )
“ Hi, can I take your order baby?”
My, my, my
a slight tinge
of something else
is there.....
….as she smiles
and our eyes meet
that scent of her arousal
turning me on
breaking into a sweat
quietly,
silently,
through the fire.....
......a beautiful bitch in heat
“ so many wonderful treats
a menu filled with so many good things to eat
Give me just a moment dear,
by the way, is there a bathroom somewhere near?”
the length of her gentle finger
points the way to the gentleman's door
I make my way inside
sit down upon the throne
my jeans fall down upon the floor
I close my eyes
dreaming of this
perfect sensual breeze
that had just blown my way
and in the background,
the beautiful chanteuse sings
a haunting melody...
….“ you don't know my name”
slowly the door creaks open.....
like a knock upon heaven's gate
the fresh linen scent
of the perfectly pressed
uniform dress that her lithe body
tries hard to negotiate
she walks towards me
a moist smile, lips wet.... I adore
transcending space and time
with that special pheromone
that she wore
(…..like she was born with it!)
She placed her foot upon my thigh
skirt raised just about high enough
for my eyes to capture
the sight of her “Vanilla Sky”
“Would you care to sample today's
desert special, Pecan Amaretto pie?”
…..and a peek of her sweet
caramelized filling dripped
from the rounded corners of
her panties
sticky, wet droplets
from betwixt her thighs
I sigh....
….as my body trembled
and my nature began to rise
her soft hands
guide my head
deep inside
the apex of her desire
“Smell me....” she whispered
and tears began to well up
in the corners of my dreamin' eyes
“Provar o meu amor agora.....”
My lips suckle every tender morsel
lilting upon the sound of her lust-filled high....
“.....a chill in the air
on a hot summer day
a play upon life's contradictions
in a completely oxymoronic way”
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