The sounds were soft
Slow
Fleshy
Wet
From the collision of lips
Of two happy bodies
Strong and soft
Pressed
In motion
Quick to the beats
Of the singing breathes
Hands revering
In eternal touch
Eyes asleep
But seeing
The ecstasies
Wrapped as one
Exploring
Nature blessed gift
In the light-dark corner
Of the single tiny sexy room
The bodies were not familiar
Yet familiar
Their breathes magnetic
Fingers in hairs, moving
Lips on neck, digging
Swiftly, bra went flying
Eyes, mouth gently travelled ‘wow’
Nipples beckoning
Slowly, hands went on breasts
Softly pressing, deep
Moans
Tongue clicking nipples
Sweetly tasting
Softly sucking
Deeper moans
Lost words.
He too lost control
Yet gained more
From words begging him
Gibberish words
Yet he knew the commands.
He touched down
Panties gave way
Boxers tore
Joys danced
Behold her vineyard
Warm
Wet
Bushy
He found his ways
Her wet cries thunder
The moans echo
The room moved
Nothing matters
But us
The gentle squeezing of skins
Wet tongues
Wet lips
Dull eyes
Sweats
The digging touch in our flesh.
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