Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Capture Method

the epitome of beauty she was.

walked with such grace.

glowed with sun kissed skin.

entangled me in her web of lust.

her gentle touch

& supple bust.

kisses sweeter than sin.

tongue swifter than katrina.

she went deeper

loved stronger

kissed so passionately it made my legs shiver & quake.

bed shook & rocked harder than an 8.8 .

stickyy & wet.

faster & slower.

nut after nut.

bust after bust.

the sun rose.

still going.

1.2.3.4.5

finally done.

breathing deep.

trying to catch my breath.

it was done.

over.

& she left.

never saw her gorgeous face again.

senses never stimulated

like they were from her hand.

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