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Jun 2020
She blushed bright red
flanked thighs shook & trembled
not quiet tremors but visible quakes
one wanted to lift away but was foamed tightly
clamped in velvety warmth a prisoner on cloud nine
no no no stay came husky intonations laden in tepid gasps
bearing firm hips cushioning as thighs share vibrations with mine
honey drops had finished but their rite of passage left a tingling welt
one did not need to go yet felt in parts enamored like one should go
in deep in syrupy delight gods made hot dough with sticky fizz
one was going nowhere in this heated moment in timeless
the quakes were gently subsiding yet the hold is firm
my living support was the holder of my feelings
yet in soft tenderness morphed into a divan
voice says in tight embrace you're the best
how ironic to get in my later best ever
why would a love god come now
bearing magnificent prowess
and the hottest tenderness
in the most passionate
each and every time
you take me there
time after time

oh a sigh
the shakes
stops

and she smiles
in the most
delightful
way

one smiles
too
Real men know themselves.....................real women know them

and small men throw brickbats  and play at lovers in rose gardens writing ****** poems and mouthing off seeking validation.
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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   MS Anjaan
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