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Seasons
Land released from blanketing snow.
Lakes finally free of ice.
Breezes carry the smell of soil,
grass,
new growth,
tickling exposed skin of young lovers.
Senses,
new, intense, impatient.
Hands, fingers, lips,
exploring, learning to give and receive pleasure.
Building to desire beyond sensibility.
Pure sexual need.
Invitations of vernal hips and willing plow.
Entwining, grasping, enveloping, thrusting, grinding, straining.
Tension.
Explosive release.
Soft kisses like spring rain.
The dry heat of summer
Blonde fields of wheat.
Sweet bails of hay.
Tall rows of corn.
Distended belly, full, sensitive breasts, areolas like saucers.
Gentle spooning, soft, loving touches.
Familiar bodies pressed together,
skin to skin.
Practiced fingers and lips,
gently caressing.
Slow burn to climax.
Autumn activity.
Reaping what was sown.
Little ones are the priority.
So much to learn,
to teach,
to care for.
Days full of chores as the clock ticks towards winter.
The end of the day.
Quickly coupling,
sleep awaiting.
Winter’s blanket quiets the world.
Duties fulfilled.
Little ones grown and fledged.
We remain,
together
Bodies and limbs entwined.
Cocooned in heavy blankets.
Together as always, and forever.
Skin to skin
Dreaming of spring.
Lakes finally free of ice.
Breezes carry the smell of soil,
grass,
new growth,
tickling exposed skin of young lovers.
Senses,
new, intense, impatient.
Hands, fingers, lips,
exploring, learning to give and receive pleasure.
Building to desire beyond sensibility.
Pure sexual need.
Invitations of vernal hips and willing plow.
Entwining, grasping, enveloping, thrusting, grinding, straining.
Tension.
Explosive release.
Soft kisses like spring rain.
The dry heat of summer
Blonde fields of wheat.
Sweet bails of hay.
Tall rows of corn.
Distended belly, full, sensitive breasts, areolas like saucers.
Gentle spooning, soft, loving touches.
Familiar bodies pressed together,
skin to skin.
Practiced fingers and lips,
gently caressing.
Slow burn to climax.
Autumn activity.
Reaping what was sown.
Little ones are the priority.
So much to learn,
to teach,
to care for.
Days full of chores as the clock ticks towards winter.
The end of the day.
Quickly coupling,
sleep awaiting.
Winter’s blanket quiets the world.
Duties fulfilled.
Little ones grown and fledged.
We remain,
together
Bodies and limbs entwined.
Cocooned in heavy blankets.
Together as always, and forever.
Skin to skin
Dreaming of spring.
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