I admire your canning ability to gain my full attention. I can sense your desire to ****** me by your hypmatizing glare, your come hither look is flattering, but I must warn you to be aware.
As some things in life may not be as they appear. For through your eyes my appearance is that of a pure lady with *** appeal , as my silken dress is pressed to fit every curve just right , with a slit running up it stopping mid thigh. Just enough room for an imagination to run wild. My top folded delicately enough you can see perfect cleavage, just enough of my tanned breast to leave you wanting more. Making my way through the crouded party to the balcony overlooking the beautiful ocean. Standing alone with my eyes closed listening as the waves crash in, I feel a presence behind me and your hot breath against my skin, the chill bumps run across me, I almost lost control, your body so tight against me I can feel the beats of your heart.
The sensation of Sparks begin to ignite as you gently run your finger up the slit of my dress, teasing my lace *******, pulling them to the side.  I could feel myself throbbing as my wetness surrounded your finger as you slid  it inside me. My knees growing week with every move you made. I leaned into you and whispered softly in your ear, I've given you fair warning things aren't always as they seem but you continue to toy with me you don't know what you are about to unleash.  With a quaint little smirk he added a finger his thumb up against my ****, you are bringing me to my explosion of pure ecstacy.
There was no holding back as I released my sweetness his hardness was like steel, you have released the freak in me as we make our way on the beach , ripping clothes off left and right I knelt down in front of him as he placed himself in my hot wet mouth my eyes piercing up at him as he pulled the back of my hair, I pushed him over as I mounted him  and gave him one hell of a ride.  As we finished both more than pleasured , still on top I look down and say  do you understand now my warning to you as you turned a **** lady into a complete freak in bed.

You can feel the tension rising
Clenching, everything grimacing
You run towards
The high pressure
The gravity releasing
Until you are flying.

And when you are flying
You have to reach to grasp something
The tension overflows
It's so beautiful and yet so overwhelming
Like you want it to stop but you never want it to end
Uncanny, like no drug that ever existed

And you cannot keep yourself from writhing
Under the pressure
Under the insanity

It has slipped control from your pocket
And it is making you malfunction
In the most addictive way
And you love it

And then it's all over
The tension is gone
You are left weak
Control back
And you mourn your wings.

The cold.
My cheeks flushed pink as I inhaled the remnants of the frail air
Surrounding me - clouded tufts occur
They dissipate as I breathe
I whisper.

The prevalence of rosebuds, nature's pride
Flourish amongst the beaks of the emperor.

Strands of scarlet, stains of blood
They all entail the unrequited sentiment of the weak
The frail entrails dwindling downwards on the empty patches,
Barren warfields where I exhaled.

The enticing floral rain, the vermilion of the soul
The pale old man with the raincoat is watching me
I turn.

Bring me deliverance, old man
The joy of my ultima, the ****** of my being
For you watched me ultimately,
For death cheers for me from the sidelines.

Bring me deliverance, for the caress of the end
Is my valentine.

The hearth of the fire reflects
the heat of the passion night
This is more than just ***
It is how things are done right
Our breath stands still in the room of lust
Come closer, let’s be at peace
As the feelings of drive grow, and we must
exercise this primal release

Rhythmic risings of your breast
indicate excitement of the soul
Darling, you know you’ll pass the test
Let’s make our sentiments whole

Like hot candle wax, I’ll slide down your body
Submission is a turn-on, so the pleasure grows
No one could replicate this into something gaudy
Let this be our personal night to shed our daily clothes
Nakedness is joy, and pure locations connect
into something that is universally and surely correct
The soft moaning poured inside my ears
Boil myself into flaming sears

There is no written script in all of this
It just comes naturally
For the ultimate feeling of bliss
Is the true meaning of ecstasy

Don’t be conflicted, it’s only me
I want you to lie back and relax
For we explode each other’s loving glee
Into a simultaneous ******

You and I are together here
And I want to flip all your switches
Let polygamous feelings disappear
Trust that I’d never do this with the other *******

So we end off together, and the deed is done
Surely now we are in our prime
And I hope that you had a lot of fun
Because this act was not the final time

*******. I really love having them,
I have no trouble raving about them
And have categorized them accordingly.
Just a few have ever affected me boringly.
But mostly they were those I did alone.
Still I managed to get into the right zone,
Later, if I didn’t like the outcome of the game
I really only had nobody but myself to blame.

But it is always better when there are two
Then some cuddling and kissing when through
And if there seems more we want to do
We can start it up all over again, anew.
Of course if an ****** is the entire focus
We may not prefer a repeat with the both of us.
Still, it's possibly good to strongly suggest
A another college try turns out the best.

Who can deny that great feeling one has
When the activity changes from waltz to jazz
And two people manage to forget everything
And let the muscles and the juices sing;
Take our minds gratefully to another place
A blissful, mindless, animal kind of space,
Appreciation of what it means to be a beast
And be glad for that moment then, at least.

Those who tell the young kids to beware
And do their well-meaning best to scare
The young from being what they really are
Are following a teaching that is bizarre
When it tells you some crap about god
Thinking *** is something sick and odd.
People should get on with what they need.
The Puritans were wrong, so pay no heed.