by Ms P. K. Styles

Created on: August 01, 2008

She yielded to me so tenderly
She wanted me to touch her,
To master her

God, I wanted to touch her!

I had kept myself in check
For so long while we talked,
While we got to know each other.

It was like . . . we belonged.
It was like . . . we were soul mates.
I don't even believe
In soul mates . . .

And she was so perfect and small,
My little brown-eyed girl
With all that raven hair.

We were so happy together.

She said she wanted me to.
So I pealed her clothes off
Hungrily.

Hungrily,
She pealed off mine.

There was an urgency
To my touch
And
She liked it.
She shivered and moaned.

Her breasts were so
Firm
High
Soft.
I could not touch enough . . .

My lips
Could not kiss enough
Of that silky skin.

My hands
Slid down that dimpled back

I spread her thighs
And kissed them.

And then
I was tasting
That tender place
Between her lips

So soft.
So moist.
So sweet.

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