On the floor softly embracing the light,
your kiss killing passion beyond desires.
Your gentle heart colors my soul,
beyond reasoning forgotten.
Tasting your neck with my lips,
tongue on tongue finding ecstasy.
I see you laying before me,
waiting for more to receive.
Ready and willing your eyes speak,
my touch unravels your secrets.
Lick after bite on your breasts,
each tingle felt even more.
Shivers find your spine,
my fingers find their way.
Hearing you pant out in comfort,
knowing your climax is near.
Resting upon your desires,
passion makes its way in.
Feeling your hear beat much faster,
licking the sweat of of your thighs.
Under my hips you are left open,
slowly I come deep inside.
You wait patiently understanding,
knowing I will not let you go.
Taste becomes second nature,
lust feels too good to ignore.
Hip against hip we embrace the night,
making new music without cords.
Love making way in our eyes as one,
testing the waters so pure.
I feel you release as I do,
knowing your pleasure is my sin.
Making you feel so much more,
finding a fantasy within.
Johnny Newell
your kiss killing passion beyond desires.
Your gentle heart colors my soul,
beyond reasoning forgotten.
Tasting your neck with my lips,
tongue on tongue finding ecstasy.
I see you laying before me,
waiting for more to receive.
Ready and willing your eyes speak,
my touch unravels your secrets.
Lick after bite on your breasts,
each tingle felt even more.
Shivers find your spine,
my fingers find their way.
Hearing you pant out in comfort,
knowing your climax is near.
Resting upon your desires,
passion makes its way in.
Feeling your hear beat much faster,
licking the sweat of of your thighs.
Under my hips you are left open,
slowly I come deep inside.
You wait patiently understanding,
knowing I will not let you go.
Taste becomes second nature,
lust feels too good to ignore.
Hip against hip we embrace the night,
making new music without cords.
Love making way in our eyes as one,
testing the waters so pure.
I feel you release as I do,
knowing your pleasure is my sin.
Making you feel so much more,
finding a fantasy within.
Johnny Newell
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