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Last Night I Loved A Stranger

Offering my soft passion unto the core of his hardness  
The feet of his masculine existence  
Rooting me to the silk covers for which my back graced
Anticipation to explore the gift of manís  virility  
To be satisfied as a woman yields unto
 
His genteel kisses from my toes
My skin, his postal stamp of approval
Delivering my body to an erogenous state of his care  
His for this one night in time
 
Kissing me, tasting the ambrosia of my passion fruit
His tongue deep inside me
Capturing the wet aura of me
Digesting the elixir of awaited time, Iíve wished upon
 
Mm.. succumbing to the feverish craving of a manís touch
Body hesitant, yet willing
Gentle palms spawn over me
Absence of a manís touch, my body submitting
Foretold of this surrendering night
 
His scent is now my perfume
In the throne of my naked lust for his raw hardness
The longing to be taken
As he is receiving
 
His throaty grunts
His girth feeding the true nature of my womanly calling
His body claiming me so proud
His appetite to have me
His erection sinking inside like lightning bolts
 
Calloused palms softly playing my body  
Fine tuning the depravation residing inside
Wrapping my legs around his eagerness drive
Masterful loving soaring my body to heights unimaginable
Eyes closed as my body kissed the stars
Manifested onto his alliance of our mingled bodies
 
My breath sealed by his
Our palms interlaced  
Thrusting inside me repeatedly
The soft mummurs echoed of being a woman for where I lay
Who I am
 
Putting me on top, riding him
Dominating his desires  
Hungry moans drifting  
Sailing on winds of forgotten time
My soul seeping
 
I could not have lessened the moment
Or recoiled from the weakening torture of his first touch
The first taste of him
His whispers to my skin as he possessed my existence  
Giving me his name to borrow for his ears only
Two souls blending in the still of the night
Last Night I Loved A Stranger
Cocoa
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