~ Morning Ladies - 10/06/2003 ~
by The Scribbler



MORNING LADIES 10/06/2003

It was supposed to be

a cold day...but

instead summer gave

way to "Indian" summer

fall leaves barely hanging

on tree limbs, mixture of

colors from mother nature

looking out the patio window

of my loft...watched a leaf

lazily drift down to the ground

where it was crunched beneath

bare feet...my breath caught

in my throat...watching her

a dreamy expression

caught me by surprise...she

lifted her hand to her hair

running her fingers thru it

a habit I loved...her profile

in shadow and light

watched as the sun played

catching her in its fingers

of golden rays ... her loveliness

showing so clear to me

am I a voyeur as I watch

the wind, sun and nature

caress my love? turning

away, back to work...

felt her presence more

than heard her...she put

her arms around my neck

I could still feel the warmth

of the sun on her skin...

she nuzzled my neck, nibbling

lightly my ear...whispering

of her love for me

"mi amore, love of my life"

words, thoughts lost

kissing her hand and fingertips

slowly..gently...felt her

quick inhale of breath

taking her hand...to the

closed in window area

I layed her down...worshipping

her with my eyes...she

started to remove her

clothing..."no, let me"

with every movement

of undress a kiss

a caress...til there

was naked skin...waiting

just for me...the emotions

I feel are so strong for her

she watches me undress

desire in her eyes with

removal of clothing

and I know she sees

mine in my eyes too

gently I pull her

over top of me

luxuriating in her feel

kissing her deeply

til we need to part

she glides along

my body raising

my core temperature

gently capturing her

breast in my mouth

sucking,...nibbling...caressing

softly...each stroke..each kiss

my hands exploring familiar

dips and valleys...hearing

my love inhale..while I'm

touching her lightly

"what do you want?" I

whisper in her nearby ear

her reply "you" slowly

she rocks against me

as she leans over nibbling

my neck...kissing...licking

my hands cover her backside

constantly moving...my fire

ignites...flipping her over now

I know my eyes are alight with

stronger desire for I see it

in her eyes...every nerve endings

on fire...each touch...magic

she transports me...beyond

no holding back...moving

touching, kissing, licking

every part of her body

need her heat...her nectar

parting her legs with my thigh

she raises hers so I ride hers

together we rock..sliding, gliding

slowly then faster now

breathings labored...getting

near...I can tell...my fingers

find their home deep inside

feeling her heat...dripping

I pump inside while

kissing, caressing, loving her

faster we go..she and I

but the need is to

great to taste...so I

slow a bit and

partake of her

sweet nectar

enjoying each drop

savoring it on my tongue

sucking her, licking

when she cries my name

like so many times before

but it still emotes

deep emotions from

me for my love

so with gentle

touch, she

comes home

my love, my life

mi esposa con amor



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