by JT Roberts

Created on: June 01, 2009   Last Updated: August 12, 2009

The intimate lust of a complete stranger,
Finds me standing close to an edge of danger.

His lips are lushes full, smooth and beautifully close,
Our desires are burning, but who wants it most?

Hands sliding to my waste, sets my skin afire,
My mind grows hazy, my lips now inspired.

Soft sweet kisses turn passionate and deep,
The next thing I know I've been swept from my feet.

We were untamed, me ripping the buttons from his shirt,
While his animalistic male nature shreds my skirt.

Fully engaged, now limbs tangled, entwined,
Find his face drinking from my nectar of wine.

Our forceful gyrations aromas of sweat,
Finds my steaming jewel box ready for smet.

We twisted the sheets romping for countless hours,
He possessed many talents of masculine power.

Exhausted, we lie in the mist of naughty aromas,
Our dirty little private performance left us in a coma.

Twenty years the later we still sneak away,
For an afternoon full of unadulterated play.

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