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A Summer night

Curling up on her garden swing
She sips her wine a warm summer’s eve.
After a hot day the evening is welcomed,
The air just right to sit quietly and relax,
Hear a few crickets, an owl in the distance.

He walks up to her, sits by her side.
Taking her glass, putting it down,
Before pulling her close, meeting her lips.
The sweet taste of the wine lingers on her
As their tongues start a slow dance.

Softly he nibbles her neck, over her collarbone,
Drinking in the scent of her skin,
The aromas of hot summer, light perfume
And an indefinable one that is just her,
Her unique fragrance that he knows so well.

Their eyes lock, the world is them and them alone.
The heat and passion they both see,
Suddenly becoming their only purpose.
His hands find her breasts, nipples peaking with desire,
Greedily he sucks and her moans fill the night.

Unbuckling his jeans, she straddles his lap.
Her summer dress gives him easy access,
His hungry cock twitches at the warm, moist feel of her pussy,
Urging him on to find his heaven,
Buried deep within her womanly wonder.

She lifts her hips and he presses in,
Growling as he is engulfed in her tight warmth.
They rock, the garden swing moving with them,
Closely embraced, they cling to each other,
Grinding and thrusting, moaning and whimpering.

Breaths grow shallow, pulses quicken.
He fills her deep inside as her walls start to spasm,
Juices mixing as they ride the ecstasy.
Relaxing in his arms, she sighs with delight,
Thoroughly enjoying her perfect summer night.

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