Long found love

That tuft of hair silhouettes your face- so pretty,
The spirit of my heart lies caught by the zeal in your eyes, haunted yet by the lovelorn adventures of the scary past. Somehow still there yearns a kindred love- returned perhaps by the lassy so loveless!
Oh! Loved one- thee I ask the cause of my lost amour!,
Was it the lover- you despised or perhaps the love so weak that thou hath cast him aside like the fly proverbial off the ‘old pot’o’ milk!
I know there is a heart,
Pure, innocent and full of love in that bosom of yours,
A bosom so beautiful that men would rather kill each other to gore than have another catch nary a grope!
In that valley so describable- let me catch my breath, rest a while for I know better than to discard an event so opportune.
I grope, I fondle, I pleasure thy bosom in ways so innumerable that where once stood a distant gap now stood a pillar- a pillar inches six thick and many long;
A bundle of joy- you cry and smile,
Smile, I say, my love for it is only moan that I’ll let escape those wet lips of yours.
You Surender your body to me whilst my arms surround you and position themselves at once over that prohibited Arse and grab a tit!
You cry for me- wanting to wait no longer to taste the elixir so cherished by thee, you repeat my name thrice in my ear only for me to  edge and realise my dream not so soon.
I giggle and a tickle I give thee!
I kiss thy forehead and clash your eyes with mine and Ram my nose to yours and seal our lips in a lock of kiss.
I lick your neck and caress thy chest. It was then, that you let yourself be revealed- with a stroke of my fingers I vanish your bra and demistify those heavenly tits!
With immediate force I grab a tit and push it in my mouth!
Oh the Sweetness of your boobs!
I feel the gushing of blood in my streams , the rising of my cock and sweat of the underboob!
Having felt the heaven I move to the netherworld but in it’s way lies a region forever attractive to man-the navel!
I kiss and kiss and kiss till you remind me of the station next-
The ever beautiful, ever protected, ever so amorous and ever so coveted by man- The flower.
But it is not where I stop for I know the love you feel in the hinds of your knees and kiss on your thighs,
by the petting of your calves and specks on your feet!
My cock shapes like the cucumber so favoured- long like the ship mast and thicker than your wrist!
You stroke it deep with your hands, feeling it harden in your hands kissing it with your lips and exciting me like a Roman God.
I turn you over, onlooking the arse shapely,thick and arousing,
The flower is revealed!
I begin to thrust- like a snail at start and horse in the act, my body pushes against your butts and clapping roars through the air only to be suppressed by your moans!
We go on for score minutes I remember not and moments you’d rather leave not!
To from we move and charge you take, from rocking you ride, ride like a rider having trained a wild horse.
You can control yourself not and accomplish pleasure, I take hold of you forgetting not to leave you with loads of elixir and I disappoint you not!
We both hold on to each other having forgotten the gap that brought us this close and letting bygone be bygone, in the ever loving warm embrace of you- my lassy I find peace- peace with not having found love , peace with missing you for long enough and peace with our newfound love.
In your warm embrace I rekindle a relationship I soured- that with love!
And I hope that in my embrace you’ll find traces of love which the world hath judged lust.