Meine Liebe und eine Nacht der Leidenschaft

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    Meine Liebe und eine Nacht der Leidenschaft

    Meine Liebe und eine Nacht der Leidenschaft
    Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers Thursday, April 23,2009


    Down like a submarine as vanilla melts in chocolate hands
    A fair treat to eat was the chocolate man’s plans
    Cherries sweet from the vine lick tasted divine
    Taco treat from clams I lay the pipeline
    Beauty bare from behind
    Mountains now I to climb

    Vanilla covers my speech apparatus true
    Sweet the taste her vulva drew me into
    Succulent softly dreams flows like waterfalls I call
    Member waits for final install
    She waits and I call to speak in tongue
    Wanting ever more for my spring has sprung

    Circular motion sends her body swaying her hips
    Slow and passionate I kissed her lips
    Moments pass to her climax I hesitated 
    She moans and groans as her love is penetrated
    Deeper into pink caverns keep made me weak
    In both hands fondling held I a buttock’s cheek

    Up and down she goes with each motions coos loudly
    Pulling my head in closer against her firmly
    Crying out in the darkness, please don’t stop
    Draining her dry each and every drop
    Rapid goes the motion eating flowers I fancy
    As she pleas lord of mercy

    From under looked I to see so much pleasure
    Closely guarded gardens she has kept her treasure
    This I do humbly without boasting
    From me to you I am toasting
    You have provided a night of wonder
    Touching, sweet, warm, and tender

    The dragon has been now fed
    On silken sheets she lays her head
    Comforted now by a night of passion
    Cuddly, spooning now to full satisfaction
    Sounds made no more not even a peep
    Silent is the night for now she’s asleep

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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