~ Morning Ladies - 10/20/2003 ~
by The Scribbler



MORNING LADIES 10/20/2003


In silence I

watched her pack

wondering would she

be back?so many

words assaulted my mind

but I stood there

mute in the room

with one last glance

around the room

appearing to memorize

every little thing

heaving a heavy sigh

she turned to go

I reached out my

hand?only grasping

empty air?I

awoke in darkness

my heart pounding

reached my hand across

but she wasn't there

touched cold sheets?moving

farther...I touched fur

of the cat?sighing

I got up to go to the

kitchen?padding

quietly down the hall

saw a flicker

of light?stopping

in the doorway

there she lay

in her naked glory

my eyes thirsting

for her sight

drinking their fill

of her curves, and

valley between her

breasts?watching fires

shadows show just a

hing of her curls

she is my flame and

I am drawn to

gaze upon her beauty

as she sleeps, with

each breath my heart beats

with a gentle touch

I slowly trace her

body?feeling the texture

of her so soft skin..so

very lightly I kiss her

breasts?I feel her stir

her hand caresses my hair

she holds me tight?to her

I take her puckered nipple

in my warm mouth?sucking

like she likes me to

moving my tongue over

the hardened nipple..pulling

me closer as she moves

slightly?my hand runs

down her side?leaving

a trail of bumps?she

stops my hand?lifts her leg

reaching for her?again, she

stops me?taking my hand

covering it with hers?.she

guides me?tonight its her

way?a gentle rhythm set

in unison?her hips moving

grinding?pulling me from

her breasts?she captures

my lips in a passionate kiss

her tongue demanding

entrance?freely given

she sits up?spreading her

legs wider?I can hardly

breath?kissing,licking my ear

in a breathy whisper?one word

pulling her to the edge?

I comply and

dive inside?my

tongue?capturing

her offering?her

hips thrusting against

me?"oh, her sweet arousal"

spurs me on..to gather

each morsel on my tongue

suddenly she stops?pushing

me to the floor?I groan

at the loss?but not

for long as she straddles

my body?her own fingers

finding their home?as

we both rock in unison

bringing one another

to cry out?sated

in love?holding tight

to what we have

with one another?

love



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