New World Love

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    New World Love





    Touch me here, I like it there,

    Give me all your attention our love to share.

    Hand to hand, face to face,

    With only our own full lips to taste.



    I slide my hand up and down your back,

    as you hold me close inhibitions we lack.

    Explore the recesses of my mind,

    The body to follow its all in kind.


    We shed our clothes, except for the panties,

    all for a reason, to up the antes.

    This man I call daddy, his desires are mine,

    We are so close and love to interwine.



    I hold your cock full in my hand,

    lean in and kiss you right where we stand.

    I sit and take whats mine to taste,

    A new love world we have to create.



    You lay me back and raise my feet,

    taste the yearning flavor I have for you to eat.

    My heartbeat races and my warmth raises,

    Im ready to go, you are taking me places.



    I try to think, my thoughts I scream.

    I try to awake, its gotta be a dream.

    My hips are raising to bridge the gap,

    I look down and at your head on my lap.



    I cannot breath, but only sigh,

    I reach for you and explode into the sky.

    As soon as im drained, I pull you near,

    I want your tool, engage the gear.



    I want it to feel me, I want you fill me,

    you look at your cunt, yo ho, bitch to be.

    You release, with deep groans of primal urge,

    In me your semen you do purge.



    In tangled sheets of sweat and scent,

    You spoon me close and know we're spent.

    Its sealed, its done, it was fate.

    To always be remembered on this date.

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    Hamma commented on New World Love

    03-29-2009

    I had to take a cold shower after reading this!

    Robb08 commented on New World Love

    03-08-2009

    very sexy, sensual poem

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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