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It starts with kisses and caresses,
And utmost disregard for garments,
As I lay her down,
With anticipation of the ride ahead.
Then I straddle her towers with both hands,
And only to realise,
The heart of all our pleasure is right before me,
Calling, so inviting,
I'm helpless but to salivate.
One would think me impatient
Before such "sweet haven",
But time is taken,
Because I can tell with the hour glass before me.
So I kiss her long legs with much tenderness and flow,
It seemed my life depended on it.
While my hands get "a grip of life",
So soft, I understand now ,
How infants get too comfortable.
As I caress and stroke,
I sensed the inner woman in her awoke.
Whining so slowly,
Like she is dancing to a serenade or,
Like one being possessed.
But I feel I'm the one being possessed.
Possessed by the fire,
evident in my eyes
as I thrust my being,
into her pleasure cone.
There was no recitals,
But I could swear we hummed similar tones in one accord.
No music,
But swaying anyway,
Then the ecstasy start to build up
And things get more tense,
Like the punch line of an Opera,
Agitated actions followed by louder hums,
And like she was convulsing,
Her eyes rolled back,
As her valley flowed down
Quenching down my volcanic eruptions.
And we both jerking,
Upon our release,
Released from the lust demons.
And free,
But won't ever put up a fight,
When being possessed again.

By
Ugo Sánchez