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Pressing Of Her Flesh (the pleasure of virgin oils)

       
“I know you've been lookin' for a real man for a “wild child”        
So here I am at your door          
I've been here once before          
Take my hand, I am your man ….....”
       
         
….as his majesty crushed the olives against the stone,        
virgin and pure the oils began to flow and        
so I “press” your body more and more        
tighter and tighter        
         
no inhibitions        
recalcitrant quaking inside        
the fire we make......        
         
….ignition        
       
burning away all the reasons        
that we keep saying no        
denying each other        
the pleasures the fates shall allow so......        
         
.....standing naked before each other; clothes falling to the floor....no resistance        
       
sweet sensations quicken in between        
our sensual momentum, both intimate and extravagant,        
bordering the lines of the sacred, the spiritual and the obscene        
(hidden behind brown-eyed fantasy) a little dirty, tinged with a bit of clean
       
         
“......I knew there was something about you,        
the way you 'shook my hand', I could be your man “
       
         
things we two can share        
         
burning desires        
the twain fully aware of          
the “cumming of morning”        
(as we slept the night away)        
         
blinded by the light        
too drunk in lustful persuasion to even care        
         
Pressing each other,        
working on a mystery (fuck me)        
our juices flowing from deep within        
this kindred union        
         
down the insides of        
pecan-tanned thighs        
right there before my eyes        
love's lustful weapon        
probing her depths (fuck me)        
         
deeper,        
deeper,        
deeper.........so hard to breathe        
down on my knees (please fuck me)        
         
tasting her sugar        
over        
and        
over          
again and again        
         
pressing        
unabatedly        
complete and total        
abandon.....you and me        
         
yielding        
to mysteries        
found in the        
moments of love yet shared        
between me and you......        
         
….and the beauty and power of the pressing
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 5th Nov 2021
Author's Note
"......standing on the verge of gettin' it on" #icantwait #gottofeeltheneedinme
Can your imagination grasp what it must feel like in our intimate space?
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