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A feather brush of lips
On the side of my neck
Races the shivers down my torso.

The gentle warmth of your large hand
Cups my breast
As you lovingly squeeze.

Sighs mingle softly
In the blurring air,
Kissing the steam rising,
Closing over my mouth
And silencing longing
With a hungry embrace.

Wavering through the ancient rays
Of the dying October sun,
A steamy atmosphere
Hides from the chilly autumn.

Dry rain of leaves
Flutters an ocean outside the window,
Whilst here, with you,
The jungle world creeps towards us
A panther on black velvet paws.

Breathe in...

Blow hotly...

And slide your kisses
Down this curving silhouette,
Where breasts stand proud
And waist draws in,
Where hips speak of firm grasps
And a powerful thrust.

My grace and beauty
Beg for you,
Inside,
Deeper,
Firm and heavy,
Still deeper now, inside
This voluptuous paradise
Of heady, writhing,
Indulgent form.

I am made for you,
For the kiss of your lips,
For the curve of your hands
And the thrust of your hips.

Sweet perfume that scents
This golden air
Pervades all senses and
Throws the autumn away into midnight.

For here,
You and I,
Locked in passion and love
Can break the heart of the universe
And replace it with our own.

Kiss me, lover,
And claim these curves,
For they are yours to enjoy.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.