By: James Xander Young, August 19th, 2013
A righteous act a fallen love a plaything from above. She saunters forward just an inch edging nearer and nearer still I feel my breath increase and my pulse stir. Damp droplets of lust arrive, within my furrowed brow. I do exhale and languish for the svelte god from above. Ever nearer drawn in close, a soft shading about her face, a be speckled eyes and concentrated bliss she is. Poignant and stark she smiles and creates her own light tight and designing with liquid legs and tangled expectations. She is a beauty to behold, to hold once is to be foretold a trembled hand upon her back a silky tough touch between her thighs. The auburn beauty finds her knees a soft caress upon her face a lollipop stare a thoughtful gaze upon her head. Held in tight he takes flight. An anguished release and moment of contorted gesticulations fallen spent he decries. ‘’’ Oh, oh, oh I love you. You love me, you are me, we are we, please, please me. Shining bright she readies her smile and steadies her breath a carnal desire now post hence she lingers lucidly with one thought in mind. This is her time her due. As she stands to undress, I note the beauty in her every movement the caution in her hands with great anticipation the wispy willow stands and sheds her silky svelte like silhouette and moans siloquis in pleasure and soft lifetimes lived at the pleasure and firmness of my touch. The pressing pin ****** and tautness tight silky skin begins to scratch along my jaw as I make my explorations of the coalescing curves of her most exquisite landscape and a crescendo of ecstasy ensues to ensure as two twisted tangled bodies lie dormant as though hiding throughout the billowing fields of lavender and jasmine raging a torrid raging flame filled field of fire. The respiteful rest lasts just momentarily until the action is forced once again by the beauty of her presence. This time soft slow and casual lingering upon every follicle though each were supercharged and trying to break free and burst through the pleasure mounds of non burden, the ecstasy increases still. They moan heavily and languidly like they were without care living the moments of moments in each touch and kiss, or lick, and flick of the synapses angled upon their bodies. They play and laugh imagining a perfect world and countless dreams are flashed before their very eyes as though connected on that level like lightning across the night sky. With warmth between her thighs and then they drift and weave in that nocturnal embrace once again reliving every caress, every embrace every flip, and every turn that was firm.