You comb over your life in your mind’s eye, you can feel the ebb and flow of your emotions, those vivid way point of recollections strung out on life’s memory line through time. Then you conjure up an alternating directions, those wonderings of this new alternated directive. Life’s simple score cards it’s a strange game, you never really know if you’re winning or losing because at its end! nobody wins. Still of all the collected memories on life’s time line its enduring passions of anything stands supreme. As for me within those enduring passions the delicateness of women! nature’s surprise and man wonders.
I feel the rhythmic rhythm in your inner sanctum, a deep chamber for your womanhood eruptions. Your submission hides among the shadows in fear while I stalk like the predator! my intentions are clear.
You’re the zebra! in that state of grace, I’m the cheetah in this chase hostile! was the pain in my swirling passion boiling loins in volatile blood read the caption.
I peer into your eyes look back if you dare, your body goes limp from my demanding stare! a quick yank of hair as your head tilts back, I’m inspecting my prey it was never in doubt.
Those quivering thighs your impulsive breast, feverish waves from my unrelenting thrust, impatient nipples they shiver in fickle fear, sweet total surrender my demands are clear.
Needy naked bodies arc now throb then swell, these torrent aromas mingle just before they tell, neglected bodies sloshing it’s wet inspiration, our clutching body hairs clinging in desperation.
That dragging lick! inflamed clitoris to moisten lips, our disjointed minds twisting realities view, devouring each other drowning in our own goo.
Obeying spreading thighs I render my tender kiss yes! submerging myself in your healing mist, falling to your knees your eyes cry the word please, nothing can be done until passion has made it’s run.