THE SESSION
Your soft body I can almost feel,
Locked in an embrace as our fates are sealed.
Your delicate curves I long to caress,
As my hands work towards your undress.
I taste you as my mouth touches your flesh,
As the nerves come alive renewed and fresh.
New sensations form along my spine,
As you take me without a never mind.
New heights are met with such delights,
Soon we give into wild throes of passion,
While we move in succession and unison.
We carry on softly hard until the release,
And there for a brief moment all things cease.
There laying in a cuddling embrace,
We find that during this session, there is no pace.
Locked in an embrace as our fates are sealed.
Your delicate curves I long to caress,
As my hands work towards your undress.
I taste you as my mouth touches your flesh,
As the nerves come alive renewed and fresh.
New sensations form along my spine,
As you take me without a never mind.
New heights are met with such delights,
Soon we give into wild throes of passion,
While we move in succession and unison.
We carry on softly hard until the release,
And there for a brief moment all things cease.
There laying in a cuddling embrace,
We find that during this session, there is no pace.
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