[Poetry]: Contrast & Harmony
Here is another piece that I wrote some time ago, I don't know why I have not shared it before. Perhaps now that I am finally "on the prowl" again... *sly grin*
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Sweet Contrast and Harmony
Her feet are delicate, smooth, and painted…
His are sturdy, worn, and in trimmed…
They both care for them as best as time allows;
I will massage them both at the end of the day.
Her legs are long, toned, and bare…
His are shorter, rugged, and furry…
They both run as the sun rises;
I will leave a trail of kisses on each, in search of their center.
Her center is soft, velvety, and floral…
His is firm, rigid, and musky…
They both engorge with the warm sweet blood that pulses through their veins;
Their breath quickens in anticipation of the flicker of my tongue.
Her core is shapely, athletic, and silky…
His is linear, defined, and unyielding…
They both have strong cores as they both enjoy fitness;
Their muscles tense equally as I trace the lines of each definition.
Her chest is amble, creamy, and pliable…
His is lean, rugged, and tempered…
They both pride themselves in what they have to share with me;
A light gasp escapes from them each as I lightly nip them, creating tight peaks upon their chest.
Her lips are plump, glossy, and gentle…
His are thin, harsh, matte, and harsh…
They both explore and ravish each other as their tongues dance;
I join their dance tasting us with each kiss.
Their contrasts and their similarities join together in cadence…
Our bodies move together in time creating the most profound harmony…
Rocking, undulating, rolling, and pitching…
Our movement ever increasing tempo we build toward a shared and glorious climax.
In the end, our bodies now entwined…
We bask in the warm of our shared embrace, we wait a new day.
ATTN: Mothers, inlaws, and other relative type readers (I am referring to those bloodline folks)... this is probably NOT a piece that you will be comfortable reading as you probably do not subscribe or approve of the content... so go ahead and bypass it! This is just a respectful warning to you.
Sweet Contrast and Harmony
Her feet are delicate, smooth, and painted…
His are sturdy, worn, and in trimmed…
They both care for them as best as time allows;
I will massage them both at the end of the day.
Her legs are long, toned, and bare…
His are shorter, rugged, and furry…
They both run as the sun rises;
I will leave a trail of kisses on each, in search of their center.
Her center is soft, velvety, and floral…
His is firm, rigid, and musky…
They both engorge with the warm sweet blood that pulses through their veins;
Their breath quickens in anticipation of the flicker of my tongue.
Her core is shapely, athletic, and silky…
His is linear, defined, and unyielding…
They both have strong cores as they both enjoy fitness;
Their muscles tense equally as I trace the lines of each definition.
Her chest is amble, creamy, and pliable…
His is lean, rugged, and tempered…
They both pride themselves in what they have to share with me;
A light gasp escapes from them each as I lightly nip them, creating tight peaks upon their chest.
Her lips are plump, glossy, and gentle…
His are thin, harsh, matte, and harsh…
They both explore and ravish each other as their tongues dance;
I join their dance tasting us with each kiss.
Their contrasts and their similarities join together in cadence…
Our bodies move together in time creating the most profound harmony…
Rocking, undulating, rolling, and pitching…
Our movement ever increasing tempo we build toward a shared and glorious climax.
In the end, our bodies now entwined…
We bask in the warm of our shared embrace, we wait a new day.