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desire

it burns the body

while dulling the mind

it makes me think thoughts

that I should not be thinking

you

me

and a bed

ah!

a great, big, beautifully disheveled bed

the perfect place for me to explore

your big, rangy, aroused male body

your eyes

the tell-tale fires

of sweet caressable flesh

you teach me what I need

with the wickedness of your penetrating

stare

your hands and lips are the first of my

delightful undoing

you are the hottest most perfect sin

you rev me up outwardly in

and make me want you again and again

and still yet again

my raging release

rides out the deep keening waves of your

name

my pale, slick throat

you devour with such a dark and desperate

pleasure of your own

knowing I'm yours six ways to Sunday

you've nailed me to the bed

my cum scent is splashed carelessly upon

your entire body

like a reward for such union

your hands and fingers

your tongue and mouth

the hot, throbbing spear of your most

persistent want

how it greedily shares the wonder of my

excited response

my erupting core milks you dry

but your thrusts refuse to end such

beautiful dance

more and more my thundering center gulps

you up

our mouths sweetly fuse in wet, hot sliding

splendor

your unembarrassed salty sated lust

jerks out my name

from your oxygen deprived, vibrating larynx

you pulse supremely pleased

though just freshly emptied

still deep and unrelentingly hard in the stew

of my rippling juice's lure

I think you just thoroughly melted my very bones

with your heat

but caring at this point

is not even a word that my thudding, fried mind

could adequately place any real meaning to

you're that good

as the sheets are a salty testament of our

mutually well expressed body fluids

that's what we are

fluid

we thankfully cascade back

upon the bed

bonded at last

as true lovers

exulted in complete exhaustion

and unhurried bliss..................

(Jan. 26, 1999)