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All Day Foreplay

***  
    
it was such    
an instinctual thing    
a sensual      
and beautiful thing    
     
my eyes imbibing my      
sweet thing    
my soul vibing to her grace    
as we share a Sunday      
morn    
     
she and i      
at our favorite place    
where the gentle breeze      
tickles her face    
making her smile deepen as      
she weakens my heart    
and yet strengthens      
my resolve    
     
yearning to      
forever revolve in her orbit      
knowing this woman i      
must never forfeit    
for where else can I be?    
     
and bear witness as the trees    
subtly speak to her    
and watch as the bees buzz      
rhythmically for her      
honey dew    
~~~~    
~~~    
~~    
~    
''only you''... she whispers    
''can come inside my secret garden''    
   
my eyes      
become glossy    
my veins start to harden    
dazed as i gaze into    
a reverie of last night's    
impulsive coitus    
     
totally enthralled      
watching how our wanton bodies
would exploit us 
through the lens of double vision    
occupying two spaces    
in one continuum
   
~~~~    
~~~    
~~    
~    
i can see her clearly    
in front of me    
walking through tall blades of grass    
doing playful pirouettes    
catching hints of her silhouette    
from the wind dancing    
with her sundress    
~~~    
~~    
~    
while watching her      
slowly undress    
grinning at how my loins confess my    
not so secret desires
   
     
''what is      
it you require, my sire?''    
she asks full of coy    
''my pain needs your joy''    
i answer back    
''would you like to take my joy    
from the back, my Lord?'    
''YES!...yessss...just like that!    
my God''    
     
she slightly arches over    
showing me her sun ripened apple    
her crease curving in loyalty      
as it cups into her center    
inviting me to come and venture    
     
like royalty i spread her    
and i enter    
starting off smooth and easy    
then i give it to her deep and hard    
without a shard of mercy    
for i am her king    
~~~~~
   
~~    
~    
and she is my....spring flower    
seeming to blossom      
every hour    
to the sounds of      
our personal hummingbirds    
serenading us with      
nature's delight    
the two of us watching curious    
squirrels as they playfully      
take flight    
~~~~    
~~    
~    
as i thrust my lust inside her      
throughout the night      
with a passionate abandon      
that truly pleases her    
leaving her body    
heaving with orgasmic seizures    
creating a sensuous rhythm      
that releases her sacred scented oils    
the sweet spoils of our    
primal encounter      
cascading down her thighs as      
i continue to mount her
   
~~~~    
~~    
~    
as      
she counts    
the black swans swimming      
in the lake    
and takes in the sun    
as it gently bakes her skin    
her conversation with the earth    
giving her a genuine glow    
from within    
~~~~    
~~    
~    
as her moans begin      
to blend with my grunts    
she feels me grow      
more plump with each pump    
stroking and stroking    
until i release      
this long awaited hunt    
flowing as hot streams of silk    
carrying the minions of my ilk    
spraying my genetic mark    
against her walls    
with each frenetic slap of my balls    
forever answering      
nature's call
   
~~~~    
~~    
~    
call    
     
      
call    
     
     
call    
~    
~~    
~~~~~    
she's been calling me    
''baby,what do you want to do?    
are you ready to go?    
we've been here most of the day''    
     
my vision now comes into      
a singular view    
     
i look at her    
the way a man looks at a woman    
hungover from the reverie of us    
simmering in the stew of our passion    
haunting me anew    
wanting to spew again    
right here..between sky and earth    
and mix with her satin      
honey dew    
     
of course she knew    
she always knew..she is my vibe    
and we're a 'tribe of two'    
     
and we innerstand that    
everything we do....anything we do is    
just a prequel..always a prequel    
until the next time    
     
***
Written by Naajir
Published
Author's Note
repost from 2011
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