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Engulfed by Pleasure
- Engulfed by Pleasure -
You stripped me of my womanly attire…
And saw my she-cock pulse, anticipating,
The rush of sensuality, the roaring of fire!
How many nights we spent masturbating,
To photos of each other that we had sent?
Now we meet as lovers, now we clash…
Like waves, upon some rocky sediment,
Some shoreline where the ocean will crash!
I behold you, my pale, porcelain maiden,
Your bright brown eyes glowing fiercely!
Oh that beautiful crown, of brown hair…
Which delights me above other women!
I long to take you to the edge of ecstasy,
Oh, the mad, mad things we could dare!
You are attired in a white goddess gown,
My hands caressing: of your every curve.
I am lost in your eyes, so rich and brown,
Twin pools of glory, to which I swerve…
Like the earth itself, but far more splendid:
Are those portals to a mind of true beauty!
Oh beloved, as my hands grasp you tender,
What, in my pale blue eyes might you see?
I shall give you pleasure to ever remember.
Your nipples harden with hot excitement…
As I feel your fine rounded young breasts.
I squeeze those softest of pretty peaches!
My hardness increases, begging to vent…
I rub it against your legs with teasing tests.
Shall I put it where my hand next reaches?
You sigh and gasp as I grasp you quick…
Between your legs where you are softest!
Shall I pierce that softness, with a prick?
For my sword is long: you cannot resist…
Whilst lost in the throes, of love’s power.
I cast you unto your back upon our bed,
My hands caressing your generous thighs!
Oh how I shall pluck you, pretty flower…
For my blood rushes so madly, and red,
Like fire cast up high, into volcanic skies.
I pull up the skirts of your soft, soft dress,
My tongue licking every inch of your flesh!
You moan like a harlot with each caress…
And I pull your skirts up further, lust fresh,
Blossoming between us like some garden.
I grasp your breasts again; you are warm!
The flush of love is upon me, growing firm.
Your eyes widen as you see me harden…
Harder than before like a mounting storm!
And so I mount you, even as I do yearn…
To bring you to a paradise only for lovers!
Your fingers dig into the sheets ferocious,
As we move up and down on the covers.
My fingers entwine in your hair’s tresses,
And I pull slightly, not enough to harm…
But just enough to enhance your pleasure,
As your womanhood slicks to our sport!
We blaze fast and hot as a shooting star,
Whilst I partake of your maiden treasure!
My battering ram besieges your fair fort.
If love is a battle we both shall surrender,
Even as you scratch my back playfully…
Whilst you moan as I thrust my member:
In a swift rhythm, and none too gently…
With such ferocity: that, you are giggling.
I look down upon you, and how I smile!
For, I see your lovely breasts a-jiggling,
As we make love like beasts for a while.
Unleashing the animal within us, wildly…
Sweat pouring, our madness increasing!
At last we climax, and none too mildly…
Your bosom swells, in heaves pleasing.
Blood, under your fingernails, you sigh!
I am still hard inside you, still a-pulsing.
We kiss, passionately, never to deny…
Our love, and lust: so very all engulfing.
You stripped me of my womanly attire…
And saw my she-cock pulse, anticipating,
The rush of sensuality, the roaring of fire!
How many nights we spent masturbating,
To photos of each other that we had sent?
Now we meet as lovers, now we clash…
Like waves, upon some rocky sediment,
Some shoreline where the ocean will crash!
I behold you, my pale, porcelain maiden,
Your bright brown eyes glowing fiercely!
Oh that beautiful crown, of brown hair…
Which delights me above other women!
I long to take you to the edge of ecstasy,
Oh, the mad, mad things we could dare!
You are attired in a white goddess gown,
My hands caressing: of your every curve.
I am lost in your eyes, so rich and brown,
Twin pools of glory, to which I swerve…
Like the earth itself, but far more splendid:
Are those portals to a mind of true beauty!
Oh beloved, as my hands grasp you tender,
What, in my pale blue eyes might you see?
I shall give you pleasure to ever remember.
Your nipples harden with hot excitement…
As I feel your fine rounded young breasts.
I squeeze those softest of pretty peaches!
My hardness increases, begging to vent…
I rub it against your legs with teasing tests.
Shall I put it where my hand next reaches?
You sigh and gasp as I grasp you quick…
Between your legs where you are softest!
Shall I pierce that softness, with a prick?
For my sword is long: you cannot resist…
Whilst lost in the throes, of love’s power.
I cast you unto your back upon our bed,
My hands caressing your generous thighs!
Oh how I shall pluck you, pretty flower…
For my blood rushes so madly, and red,
Like fire cast up high, into volcanic skies.
I pull up the skirts of your soft, soft dress,
My tongue licking every inch of your flesh!
You moan like a harlot with each caress…
And I pull your skirts up further, lust fresh,
Blossoming between us like some garden.
I grasp your breasts again; you are warm!
The flush of love is upon me, growing firm.
Your eyes widen as you see me harden…
Harder than before like a mounting storm!
And so I mount you, even as I do yearn…
To bring you to a paradise only for lovers!
Your fingers dig into the sheets ferocious,
As we move up and down on the covers.
My fingers entwine in your hair’s tresses,
And I pull slightly, not enough to harm…
But just enough to enhance your pleasure,
As your womanhood slicks to our sport!
We blaze fast and hot as a shooting star,
Whilst I partake of your maiden treasure!
My battering ram besieges your fair fort.
If love is a battle we both shall surrender,
Even as you scratch my back playfully…
Whilst you moan as I thrust my member:
In a swift rhythm, and none too gently…
With such ferocity: that, you are giggling.
I look down upon you, and how I smile!
For, I see your lovely breasts a-jiggling,
As we make love like beasts for a while.
Unleashing the animal within us, wildly…
Sweat pouring, our madness increasing!
At last we climax, and none too mildly…
Your bosom swells, in heaves pleasing.
Blood, under your fingernails, you sigh!
I am still hard inside you, still a-pulsing.
We kiss, passionately, never to deny…
Our love, and lust: so very all engulfing.
Published 5th Feb 2013
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5th Feb 2013 7:58am
I wrote this tonight because I was... inspired... by a girl I met on a dating site who has been growing increasingly intimate with me over the past week. Ah, it is good to be in love again! :D
5th Feb 2013 3:23pm
Wow....Jessica you are naughty! I like it when you show the passionate part of you. Sometimes you are Janus, ssometimes just Venus. Beautful erotica.
6th Feb 2013 00:36am
My thanks, Grace! Indeed, when the passion flows through my veins it is like fire and thus it must flow unto the page in such gloriously rapturous verse as you see here. Indeed, I have many sides to me, and Venus is certainly one of them! ;)
