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She sneaks into his lap and curls up.

With a sigh, she relaxes,

His arms wrapping around her,

She feels safe, at ease.

A grown woman, sure,

But his lap is her safe-place,

She doesn’t care if others find it odd.

He smiles, feeling her melt into him,

Her total trust in him, heart-warming.

Loving how she can be so strong,

Yet vulnerable when she lets him into her soul.

Nuzzling his neck, she drinks in his scent,

Nibbling gently, tasting his skin.

Their lips meet, warm and soft,

Tongues starting a slow, sensual dance.

He grows hard, pushing against her butt,

And she shivers, sparks shooting through her,

Feeling his desire wakes a fire inside.

Their eyes lock and they are lost,

Consumed by the mutual heat and passion.

He carries her to the bed,

Kissing her body, bit by bit,

As more and more exposed skin is revealed.

They take their time to kiss, taste, explore,

The other’s body a well-known landscape,

Often travelled, enjoyed and loved.

The intensity grows, need takes over.

He possesses her body so willingly given,

They move in unison,

Moans and gasps escaping, breaths quicken.

They loose themselves in the depth of orgasm,

Clinging and panting, riding the waves.

Lost in each other they find their true selves.

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