Imagine...

Close your eyes and imagine… For I draw near,     your heart has beckoned me… My arms open for you to enter,     stand with me, through time,           for you are no longer alone… Kiss me my dear lady,     with wanton desire,           allow me to disrobe your sensuous body… As I follow through,     our breath shall quicken… Take my hand,     as I offer it to you,           away from your troubles,               I shall lead to the den                     of love, and passion… Place yourself beside me,     allow desire to flow freely ‘tween us. As we turn towards the stances of love,     prepare yourself to be filled. As I enter your depths,     our eyes and lips meet,         our bare skin loves               the other’s touch… As my manhood slips     to and fro amongst your womanhood,           your sweet nectar,               flows freely, filling the den,                     with your sweet fragrance… A kiss for you,     with passion,           while our climaxes near… As they arrive,     our voices can no longer           be silent… Our movements grow still     as the afterglow           of passion comes over us… We turn to our sides,     still fully filled… Sleep comes upon us,     till the morrow,           my love… © Jonathan Wikkins October 17, 2001 Revised March 7, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 08:06 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   erotica • adult • love