I brush my cheek,
against the downy softness of yours.
Your scent hypnotic,
opening up to the ******
Hands trace my form
fingers agile and warm.
Your kisses divine
exploring your body as you explore mine.
We are Columbus and Magellan,
desire the North Star.
Guiding us, showing where we are
Lips on lips
hands on hips.
We are two ships,
Charting the seas
Waves pull us to and fro
we reach our peak
unable to speak.
Awash in the glow of
... aw you know.
Resting cheek on chest,
hand on breast.
We sleep, until seas calm again
but unlike those explorers,
We will set sail to discover all over again.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
I brush my cheek,
against the downy softness of yours.
Your scent hypnotic,
opening up to the ******
Hands trace my form
fingers agile and warm.
Your kisses divine
exploring your body as you explore mine.
We are Columbus and Magellan,
desire the North Star.
Guiding us, showing where we are
Lips on lips
hands on hips.
We are two ships,
Charting the seas
Waves pull us to and fro
we reach our peak
unable to speak.
Awash in the glow of
... aw you know.
Resting cheek on chest,
hand on breast.
We sleep, until seas calm again
but unlike those explorers,
We will set sail to discover all over again.
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