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Something in the air (graphic content)

Something in the air  (graphic content)

I wordlessly declare you are the hottest woman breathing air

 Even in your simplest movements my reason leaves me bare 

Does your beauty grow brighter with the fading summer light?

 We walk beside the fragrant pine that seem to wait for you tonight

 Full moon shimmers on the sleeping lake and cool is your satin skin

 Water lilies float so still and the lonely loon is calling      

 Pleasant is the sound of your voice in casual conversation

For every thought your lips extol seem to carry a lovers’ invitation  

Speaking words that weaken knees and cause my heart to quicken

 We kiss,

 Something in the air sparks the light of passion

Naked moving skin on skin sand clinging, heating the cool wind

My tongue creep like a scorpion between your silken parted thighs

 The creatures of the night seem silent by your breathless cries         

My throbbing phallus is taken in your mouth with such barbaric haste

 Gathered and held firm for your rough touch and rapid sucking pace

 Moving velvet tongue wrap around my grateful throbbing flesh    

 Soft blue eyes turn beams of light flashing at me reckless    

So driven by lust but you now hesitate

 Sensing the release I long for, you make me wait         

You take me back from that point of no return

And smile in playful satisfaction

 At my desperate look of protestation

 Your inward hunger offers me no mercy

 As you feed on vein raised skin more earnestly,

Teasing and tasting as you blissfully devour

 Eyes close tight but I can feel your pull and primal power

Holding back the surging stream with all your carnal might

 Desperately your hand is wrapped around and squeezing tight

Until suddenly my ecstasy you can no longer suppress 

Freedom is a pearl white necklace hanging down your breasts.

Then the stars seem more alive with the loud cricket’s band

 As we try to gather our belongings, searching barefoot in the sand.       

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Nardine Sanderson

Wowsa, nice write dearest Curtis,

"Freedom is a pearl white necklace hanging down your breasts.

Then the stars seem more alive with the loud cricket’s band

As we try to gather our belongings, searching barefoot in the sand"

(beachfront raunchy), love it, well done, love to you nardine xx

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Tony Taylor

Wow Curtis, sex in the sand.....very visual, and tastefully thought out, and explicitly sublime.....loved it my friend......tony

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Curtis

Good work, very bold  expressions and to depictions. My five stars too

Love & regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Curtis,

I was bit hesitant to respond to your verse, because, sometimes, the Poet may assume something, the other end may misinterpret differently, moreover, the so called friends will also instigate certain misconceptions, Since, I know you and your writings, I marked my five star vote.

A TRUST is always a TRUST. Most of the writers are like SAINT Thomas, who even did not trust Lord Jesus initially.Good luck and may God Bless.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Curtis,

I intend to appreciate your above verse in my POET'S PEN. Do you have any objections for it ?

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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