Spare The Linens

Tenderly and in unison, his songbird of lust and mine sweetly sang  - harmonious was their melody as one.
   
Our bodies adjacent and our limbs laid astride;  we delighted in and indulged - every inch of flesh.  
   
By ceaseless hands were we bound - for a deeper delve, lap and embrace;  we grasped , struggled and clang to the other.  
   
Mingled with his tongues heavy froth;  onto our linens, crisp and clean -  my sweet sin slowly seeped.  
   
From between our gasping mouths -  our tongues every caress; earnestly serving  the others most delicate of flesh.  
   
Beneath my lips and tongue; by way of sculpted veins and satin smooth ridges - his heartbeat devinely fluttered.    
   
For our sweet sins peak;  simultaneously and into our climaxed surrender -  our tongues eagerly traveled towards.  
   
Bringing forth from our two beings - the taste of our warm , tart confections; so fervently savored.  
   
Of lust yet to be beckoned; catching each drop of release to our mouths - our crisp and clean linens;  we spared.    
 

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