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harvest gold
I love the smoothness of your skin
the color of harvest gold
with a hint of rich red luxurious coral
a tapestry where our scene is set
of such beauty and perfection
when we kiss, our bodies entwined
thoughts become blurred and undefined
melting and flowing together
our hands, fingers move on their own
gliding slipping sliding delighting
my fingers finding your molten core
where they do your favorite dance
your sweet aroma now tickles my nose
igniting a thirst, needs to be quenched
my tongue starts it erotic advance
to find your sweet nectar escaping your depths
hot wet sticky, a musky ambrosia
decadent one of a kind I savor
it dances on my penetrating tongue
drawing it in to quench my erotic thirst
you're over come in need of a greater measure
my tongue is no longer equipped to meet the need
as your hand lifts my head to rise
to find my hips now between your thighs
again I fulfill your wanting need
that spawn another super charged burst
the kind that blurs the line between pleasure and pain
as my own need I find there's no hold back
as I reach my own crowning glory
to find myself in that same beautiful place
between pleasure and pain
being lost in time and space
becoming one pressed again your golden skin once again
the color of harvest gold
with a hint of rich red luxurious coral
a tapestry where our scene is set
of such beauty and perfection
when we kiss, our bodies entwined
thoughts become blurred and undefined
melting and flowing together
our hands, fingers move on their own
gliding slipping sliding delighting
my fingers finding your molten core
where they do your favorite dance
your sweet aroma now tickles my nose
igniting a thirst, needs to be quenched
my tongue starts it erotic advance
to find your sweet nectar escaping your depths
hot wet sticky, a musky ambrosia
decadent one of a kind I savor
it dances on my penetrating tongue
drawing it in to quench my erotic thirst
you're over come in need of a greater measure
my tongue is no longer equipped to meet the need
as your hand lifts my head to rise
to find my hips now between your thighs
again I fulfill your wanting need
that spawn another super charged burst
the kind that blurs the line between pleasure and pain
as my own need I find there's no hold back
as I reach my own crowning glory
to find myself in that same beautiful place
between pleasure and pain
being lost in time and space
becoming one pressed again your golden skin once again
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