Here all alone with nothing to do
A look held by what is in between
What do you mean by that healthy grin?
What could you mean at a quarter past ten?
Temperature rising in the family room
Nobody due back anytime soon
Close your eyes at the soft gentle touch
A peck on the lips is never too much
Until an opened mouth caresses tongue
Arousing the body has only just begun
A button and zipper undone in a flash
Palms down the pants grabbing at ass
Unbuttoned shirt from heat that is way too much
Undress, on another warm body to clutch
A tight hold felt in the marrow of the bones
Passion the orchestrator for setting a tone
Clothes intermingled as the skin on the floor
Hearts beat a rhythm to give in even more
The chill of the air gives nakedness a shiver
Whispering sweet nothing in my ear
Your breathe causing intense emotions of pleasure and fear
Again we kiss much softer this time
Moving our bodies together in a slow hard grind
Parting my legs further, tasting my zest
Fingers palming my supple youthful breast
Your mouth I ride
Begging for you to come inside
Desperation for the body to connect with the soul
Taking my half to make a whole
Unable to contain orgasmic pleasure
My sounds are long, loud and constant
Desire to be penetrated
Blinding passion
Needing you to ravish me
As I dig my nails into the skin on your back
Wanting it harder, faster, and deeper
Yet in reality we are too unsure
All the pleasure is in my mind
As we sit hand and hand
Here all alone with nothing to do
Me and you
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