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Caught Up In The Rapture ( a response to Kitty's "You Feeling All Up In This....")
can you worship in the moment
and butterflies float on gentle currents of air
my fingertips twist and play
in your hair
gentle kisses down your neck
caressing your shoulders, licking my way
down your back
I sing your body electric ...baby
and my melody causes those....."things"
to course through your body
that brisk chill down your spine
To tickle the anteriors
of your soul
Does it truly feel nice?
Can you control it luv......
Let me see you naked, flaws and all
the moment I prick
the tenderness of your
erotica.....breast itching for
a scratch. Hard, swollen
wanting to be handled
just
like
that
my warm, wet moist
lips, my tongue
in an attempt to
soothe the arousal
the fire burning inside
those heady thighs
my fingers slide up and down
that creamy wet slit
dick hard and ready.....gonna get every
little bit.......
of your religion if you can
worship the pleasure
of our rapture
resist the temptation
to cuss,
to shit
damn
fuck me daddy
and just wrap those tawny legs
around my waist
and just savor the taste,
chorus the moans and coos
let this stolen moment
simply do what it do
until we are silent,
just like a prayer
worshiping the moment
your lips touching me
right
there
Amen
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