I feel our flesh melt together in passion,
as your tongue timidly entwines with mine,
and your legs wrap around me,
pulling me deeper with your own fashion,
I massage your breast, as you lunge deep within,
as I enlarge between my thighs...

Kiss and pull away, sucking our lips, never let go.
I reach under thread to feel skin, and erects nipples.
As I kiss your chin, your neck,
then your breasts I lick slow,
And you breathe harder, tremble,
then I grasp you tighter, how simple?

"I love you" I repeat and reassure,
"are you okay?" I question with care.
I kiss, grab, feel, grope,
then massage, "are you sure?
This is what you want right?"
I'm only trying to be fair.

I lie on top, you pull me close with yearning legs,
Pulling thighs to you, seeming like you want more.
We roll over, let you on top,
I reach for you, trying not to beg,
You go down, showing me a "trick" licking my stomach,
And to think this all began with a tickle war...

****again written a long while ago, I was still new at the whole writing thing when I wrote this...I hope you all enjoy and again be honest with your commentary.****

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