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MOANS AND ZONES
Massaging erogenous zones,
I hear your low but rising moans.
Us two alone, with nothing on,
Soon join moans in a unison.
Having both got ourselves naked,
You're lying prone upon the bed,
While over you I semi-stand,
Working that magic from my hand.
My rougher hands on smoothest skin
Move your consciousness within.
I play on your neck, shoulders, back,
To rump and thighs my hands make track.
With my hands thus in employment,
I catch sound of your enjoyment.
"You don't know how that turns me on",
I flattered my Beloved One.
"What I hear goes down to where
It's picked up by my manhood there.
Like aerial it does extend!",
(Pre-cum will soon head to its end.)
You turn on back, stretch yourself out,
Your nipples already in sprout.
The wetness coming from your crutch
I spread on belly with palm's touch.
I kiss your neck and on your tits
While a hand brushes girlie bits;
Its fingers tease the lower lips
And clitoris amidst your hips.
You raise your knees, legs in an 'A'
Then part them, showing me the way
You want to take me deep inside
When you have glimpsed my manly pride.
And so I mount, delicately,
When you have called out 'Enter me!'
You murmur in a greater strength
As you accommodate my length.
Up and down I soon thrust within,
Belly slides on your wettened skin.
Your legs you coil round my back tight,
Drawing more moans - pain or delight?
How ardently I am welcome
I tell from nails clawed in my bum,
The back of my ribs and my spine.
You make me yours, as you're made mine.
The night silence is loudest breached
When the ultimate point is reached
As contractions reach crescendo,
Our explosions wring out last "Ohhhh!"
We slump, relax, our breaths we catch
While under us forms a wet patch -
A mess we made in the pleasure
Of stolen moments we treasure.
I hear your low but rising moans.
Us two alone, with nothing on,
Soon join moans in a unison.
Having both got ourselves naked,
You're lying prone upon the bed,
While over you I semi-stand,
Working that magic from my hand.
My rougher hands on smoothest skin
Move your consciousness within.
I play on your neck, shoulders, back,
To rump and thighs my hands make track.
With my hands thus in employment,
I catch sound of your enjoyment.
"You don't know how that turns me on",
I flattered my Beloved One.
"What I hear goes down to where
It's picked up by my manhood there.
Like aerial it does extend!",
(Pre-cum will soon head to its end.)
You turn on back, stretch yourself out,
Your nipples already in sprout.
The wetness coming from your crutch
I spread on belly with palm's touch.
I kiss your neck and on your tits
While a hand brushes girlie bits;
Its fingers tease the lower lips
And clitoris amidst your hips.
You raise your knees, legs in an 'A'
Then part them, showing me the way
You want to take me deep inside
When you have glimpsed my manly pride.
And so I mount, delicately,
When you have called out 'Enter me!'
You murmur in a greater strength
As you accommodate my length.
Up and down I soon thrust within,
Belly slides on your wettened skin.
Your legs you coil round my back tight,
Drawing more moans - pain or delight?
How ardently I am welcome
I tell from nails clawed in my bum,
The back of my ribs and my spine.
You make me yours, as you're made mine.
The night silence is loudest breached
When the ultimate point is reached
As contractions reach crescendo,
Our explosions wring out last "Ohhhh!"
We slump, relax, our breaths we catch
While under us forms a wet patch -
A mess we made in the pleasure
Of stolen moments we treasure.
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