Touch me Touch me

runs through my mind

A glance a grin

I scream inside

"Feel my skin & twirl me

with your eyes"

Intensely I sigh awaiting your touch ...

moving in closer, body trembles

growling inside

"take & own me, fuck me"

Your touch falls upon my sides

with strength you grab me

a slight pause as we gather thoughts ...

soaking wet you lay me down

sliding in, deep and tight ...

We savor each thrust until my back arches and I let out a moan, then you know ...

Ahah, sweet release & sweet dreams ...

It isn't the depths with which you pound pleasure into my flesh, or how you hit my pleasure buttons with every engaging thrust through the barriers of my sexual reservations. The spark that ignites the fuel of my fornicating flow is found in the knowledge of your lust actualized with an endowment engorged by desire. That's the fire that burns the wick of my end of this climactic double-barrel bomb.

| another_proser |

Don't touch

just look

snap a picture

with your mind

adjust the colors

crescendo the emotion

don’t caress

your senses

will do it for you

imagine my hands

on your body

feel the sensation

of me entering you

without it happening

close your eyes

fantasize sparks flying

your wildest dream

I am two feet away

from touching you

but it is arising

wondrous arousal

Oh! Oh! More, I beg

zenith of our souls

every nerve tingling

on fire with rapture

spent and exhausted

orgasm of the minds

never touching!

Pressure builds

The tingle of sweat beading down your abdomen 

Falls into place as you slide along

Thrusting to the contours of our tangled shape

You begin where I end

Panting the sounds of my name 

How sweet the vibration of your body

Forget the streetlamp light outside the window 

Remember the move I crave the most

Force your way to my smothered screams 

Incite with me the cries of pleasure

Saturated 

Calm

Infatuated with the way you build the pressure.

We Meet.

We Like.

First Date.

Admire. Smile. Talk. Laugh.

Hold Back.

Ask. Learn. Touch.

Hold Back.

Admire. Drink. Smile. Drink. Kiss. Drink. Touch.

Go Home Together.

Open Door.

Playfully Wait.

Eyes Meet. Hands Hold...Then Wander.

Together The Jackets Fall.

Together The Tops Fall.

Together The Pants Fall.

Embrace.

So...Warm.

Touch. Caress. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

Assume The Positions.

Hold Back...

A Smile.

Then Steel Enters Warm Waters

Gasp. Motion. Grunt. Motion. Sigh. Motion.

Embers Turns To Fires Turn To Infernos.

After Time And Much Repetition.

Explosion. Implosion.

Deep Rhythmic Breathing Slow Together. 

Lie Still. Smile Wide.

Eyes Meet.

Go Again?

Every thrust was closer and closer till explosion

I could feel every pump of blood going through his veins on his perfectly shaped manhood in the pit of my stomach.

As he pulled my hair and bit my nipple

My back automatically arched

I could feel the stars

We both, unintentionally started to groan as we came closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. With each thrust we grunted

'3'

'2'

'1'

And that is when our universe collided. Like time had stopped and we were the only ones alive.

Gently run your hand through hair,

Stare into her eyes, let yourself slide deeper.

Keep her pinned, push the rhythm,

Driven, firm let her arms reach,

Each thrust, lust after her,

Blur boundaries, grip tighter,

Fight her thrusts, breathe louder,

Cloud her judgement, Shroud her,

Stir her mind. Plow her harder,

Hear her, Listen for that breath to seize,

Squeeze your fingers, tease her,

Ease her arms around your back,

Smack, Growl as nails break skin,

Pin her! Lean in! Breathe in Thrust!

Thrust! Moan! Own it!

Make her come undone,

Then make her cum!

Let it out. 

Let go.

lusty.

red blooded vanity

get out of my head

malleable

manly border 

laying in my bed.

lifting up the sheet

one more time before work he leaves 

a tasteful snack

this taskmaster needs.

our energy pours

volcanic spill

a spontaneous duet

having Monday fruit

with a seductive thrill.

we kiss.

Lusty! again

Surprised our eyes upon seeing one another.

The sun on my back. The sun in her face.

My thoughts aroused. As they return to us last night.

Or carnal carnival of swapping syrup an thought.

Forcing fears back. And other parts forth. Applying more and more? Moist force.

This signals. The sin in her.

And spurs her to undulating.

I sync in. Her pit I stir.

Towards climax where gravitating.

She drops her hammers relentlessly.

Her hell bells quiver.

My Fang feeds her fissure.

As she finishes what I give her.

KABOOM !!!!!!!

Their vests explode simultaneously. Whallah!!! Martyr Yank Party!!!!