Passion 2

Once upon a social evening,

Many visitors around, food and drinks,

Mingling with our guests,

Constantly thinking of each other,

You are my Love and lover and I’m yours,

Our focus is on us entwined,

Minds dirty thoughts of us unwind.

Awaiting our evening of passion,

In our exhausting normal fashion,

Staring every opportunity we get,

I view you’re silky cladded body,

As you glide between guests,

Smiling at me knowing,

As my manhood is growing,

Your move, I can see, your silky thighs,

Skimpy, tight but feminine dress rides high,

Your warm firm but soft body carved,

I cannot help but at you I stare starved,

Mentally smelling you’re feminine odour,

Mentally tasting your dew drops, flowing,

Mentally feeling our bodies moving in unison,

You walk over to me and sigh,

A deep breath I say hi,

Sitting closely next to each other,

Faces become blurred, voices muffled,

Music gently fades into the background,

Staring closely, your eyes wanting,

My eyes giving with pleasure,

My hands feel over your cotton covered hips,

We embrace and kiss longingly,

My warm tongue on your soft neck,

Tasting each other’s lips,

Tongues fondling blindly,

I undress your warm silky body,

You undo my clothing,

Hands feeling every crevice and curve,

Fingers brushing through hair,

Completely undressed, we embrace,

Sweaty bodies shimmering in candlelight,

 My chest on your firm pointed breasts,

My legs between yours parted,

Mid-point energetic attraction,

Gentle but deep moans as we become one,

A release of awaited energy overcomes us,

Loud noise, door slams, room is quiet,

Visitors gone; embarrassed we hold and kiss,

Our little naughty giggles and smiles,

I love you, nothing else matters.