That's Surreal
 
My hands do feel the softness and caress each subtle curve.
Our kissing is exploring more than even passion thought.
Press or squeeze each special stop as my mouth is there to serve.
With each and every mouthful I find I'm loving what lifes' brought..

Her very being does bathe me in passion as we kiss.
Long languid arms entwine, as the vines about a tree.
Into this world you now appear into my bed bring bliss.
Heart beating quickly neath your breast you press firm to me.

Your shoulders, neck and face I know as if they were my own.
Trust sweet love this pulsing passion will not leave you wanting.
Guide me now, my lady fair, to places I've not yet known.
Time is right I'll take the lead and your pleasures I'll be taunting.

I place my hands upon your back, let my fingers trace your spine.
Your full lips part to open as you bring them to my face.
My lips and tongue play hide and seek, on a midriff hot I'll dine.
And to my mouth I draw you in and now begin to taste.

Dwelling deeply in this dreamscape and feeling as I feel,
Who's to say the night's the dream, could be the day that's surreal.


By panther811

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