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Tonight and forever

 I await the hour of the six tones and my brain runs rampant with the many thoughts of how to make your body stretch and moan. My lips rung across your smooth brown skin is all that adorns my mind. Thinking about how fast time will move once I have your body and mine intertwined. The clock has begun to sound. 1......2.......3.........4.......5................6. The hour is here, I hold you near, and my arms refuse to let you go. Kisses with such spark that the room could combust at any time, grips so tight that they could put a choke hold and this very rhyme. Slowly you stand up and take me by the hand and lead me to the bed. All the while I'm hanging on every word yet unsaid. You relinquish me of my shirts as I relieve you of your skirt. I lay you down and let my tongue explore everywhere from your neck to your inner thighs, completely unaware of the time passing us by. The sweetest honey before a lil air, I can't get enough, call me pooh bear. You move for your prize with your eyes fixed and wide. You tell me to come inside and say, "you guide". You grab ahold and show me the path, this baby road becomes my snake pit as I make you my home. Your body tightens up in pleasure like a dog with a new bone. So warm in her that you you got me sweatin at the head. But I ain't talkin cranium, no, not in this bed. We get a lil canine wit it, nothing becomes asinine wit it, cause all the while my mission is to get it and split it. But I'm a lil more smooth with it, cause I aim to please you and tease you, and even taste a bit. My legs become tight, yet in your face a see delight, as you turn to Paul Revere and ride me on sight. You release your inner stallion as you buck away, giving me every reason to want to stay. We go from the bed to the floor, from the floor to the chair, and from the chair to ever which and where. As we switch from face to face, waist to waist, back to front, and face to waist. The hours pass as we move from erotic spice to a more sensual pace. We stare longingly into each other's eyes as we fall asleep in our arms. We lay the rest of the night asleep in satisfied pleasure as the clock strikes it's 12th tone. Never again will our loving hearts be alone.
Written by Jsuray44
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