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To feel her warm and gentle hand upon your smiling face, her tender loving caress is like a sweet and soothing grace. Teasing, as your fingers trace a tantalizing trek along her silken stockings as you tenderly kiss her neck. Gazing into enchanting eyes so deep with dark desire, whirling pools of life and lust, dancing in dangerous fires. A hint of honey on lips so full and a warm and willing sigh, a teasing tongue slips slowly across crimson curves, daring to defy. Inhaling her sweet and succulent scent, as she moans and leans in close, so delicately sweet; so soft and gentle, a shimmering summer rose. The susurrant sound of her breathless voice as she whispers into your ear, her words so soft and suggestively sweet, yet unmistakably clear. She rises slowly and takes your hand with a beckoning tilt of her head, leading you away to the far off lands waiting warmly within her soft bed. Wherever she leads with her sultry smile, you will willingly welcome the chase, just to feel her warmth and wallow within misty moments, of a lovers embrace. Written by Darren Scanlon, 1st March 2015. Revised 25th July 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
A LOVERS EMBRACE
To feel her warm and gentle hand upon your smiling face, her tender loving caress is like a sweet and soothing grace. Teasing, as your fingers trace a tantalizing trek along her silken stockings as you tenderly kiss her neck. Gazing into enchanting eyes so deep with dark desire, whirling pools of life and lust, dancing in dangerous fires. A hint of honey on lips so full and a warm and willing sigh, a teasing tongue slips slowly across crimson curves, daring to defy. Inhaling her sweet and succulent scent, as she moans and leans in close, so delicately sweet; so soft and gentle, a shimmering summer rose. The susurrant sound of her breathless voice as she whispers into your ear, her words so soft and suggestively sweet, yet unmistakably clear. She rises slowly and takes your hand with a beckoning tilt of her head, leading you away to the far off lands waiting warmly within her soft bed. Wherever she leads with her sultry smile, you will willingly welcome the chase, just to feel her warmth and wallow within misty moments, of a lovers embrace. Written by Darren Scanlon, 1st March 2015. Revised 25th July 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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