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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    
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    
(… 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”
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 12th Aug 2016
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