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Natures lust.
The air was fresh
the evening stars glistening
there hands entwined
shine of the moon reflecting off there faces
the excitement she feels
knowing the pleasure she is to experience
he looks from left to right
observing there surroundings
he tightens his grip
quickly guides her giggling through the woods
the twinkle in his eyes says it all
the freedom of the earth calling for them
he takes off his coat
lays it on the ground
there lips lock
mouths moist with lust
passion tearing at there clothes
he lays her down
excited kisses moving over her body
his tounge finding her clit
sending tingles throughout
flicking
licking
juices flowing
he feels her impulse
takes that moment to enter
intake of breath
his shaft feeling the muscles encasing his pleasure
trees blowing
earth between her fingers
arching her back wanting more
the sensation addictive
biting on her lip
thrusting forward
moving intune
his release eminate
slow it down, slow it down
to nice to sucumbe
can feel her trying the same
the emotion to great
the burst explosive on a guyfawkes night
her legs locked
kissing eagerly
the need for more
never enough
there spontaneous ways never amaze
locked in love with stars gleaming over head.........
the evening stars glistening
there hands entwined
shine of the moon reflecting off there faces
the excitement she feels
knowing the pleasure she is to experience
he looks from left to right
observing there surroundings
he tightens his grip
quickly guides her giggling through the woods
the twinkle in his eyes says it all
the freedom of the earth calling for them
he takes off his coat
lays it on the ground
there lips lock
mouths moist with lust
passion tearing at there clothes
he lays her down
excited kisses moving over her body
his tounge finding her clit
sending tingles throughout
flicking
licking
juices flowing
he feels her impulse
takes that moment to enter
intake of breath
his shaft feeling the muscles encasing his pleasure
trees blowing
earth between her fingers
arching her back wanting more
the sensation addictive
biting on her lip
thrusting forward
moving intune
his release eminate
slow it down, slow it down
to nice to sucumbe
can feel her trying the same
the emotion to great
the burst explosive on a guyfawkes night
her legs locked
kissing eagerly
the need for more
never enough
there spontaneous ways never amaze
locked in love with stars gleaming over head.........
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