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Argon Magic, After Dark: (The Scent of a Man)
the shower.....hot
hot as my flesh can stand
an occupation that last until the water is.......not
and the steam, the Argon Magic
evoking wet dreams.......sensing those lofty reactions
from her body when my body is so fresh and so clean
her sensual sighs, the way she bites her lips
her sexy sashay and the way she teasingly uncrosses her legs.....the way she parts those luscious thighs.......my oh my
not to mention
that there is no
apprehension when she buries her face in my chest
my fingers segue to her soft black hair.....my hands make such a mess
my nipples stiffen
as her finger tips brings my arousal under complete duress.......
….and she starts to seductively undress and whisper softly, warmly against my ear
“After Dark Daddy, the makings of a beautiful night”
Memories of steam and fragrance meet, our bodies laid out
across a pedestal bed.....almost inaudible vulgarities parlayed (ready to eat)
Ear to ear.....
…...mouth to mouth
Losing all sense of direction; no sense of detection
North, East, West or South......
…...just feeling the flow; like the glow of a wine-filled carafe (don't you know it)
our intimacies simply know where to go-different strokes for amorous folks
inside and out......loving the way she pouts “those lips”
her reaction, a certain and complete satisfaction
Argon Magic, After Dark
how she loves the scent of “her man”
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