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I love the way you touch me,

leaving my whole body like Jell-O.

Kisses tracing down my neck line,

every nerve in my soul is mellow...



Your fingers tingle on my skin,

lighting a fire deep in my soul.

Touching all my private parts,

I suddenly loose all control...



I arch my back as you nibble,

my breast is your playground.

Licking each nipple ~ the wetness,

I soon am making a purrin sound..



Your fingers find my threshold,

so warm, so wet, deep inside.

With each thrust of your fingers

escapes from my lips ~ sensual cries..



I can feel your hardness against me,

as your juices drip onto my thighs.

Licking my lips as I want to taste,

teasing me till I beg you with soft eyes..



Feed me ~ The excitement inside you builds,

you love watching as I take you all in.

Looking into my eyes as you feed me,

sweet release makes you moan as I grin.



Your grin stirs my passion deeper,

lust building even greater still.

Pounding and pounding till your eyes roll,

as if your soul I was trying to fill.



I look upon that smile on your lips,

the beauty as you look so content.

Your essence wafting in the air,

as I breath every ounce of your scent.



Slowly I work my way towards your musk,

stopping to rest on your hills of desire.

Continuing on to your exquisite flower,

as my passion grows higher and higher.



Ambrosia on my tongue as your juices flow,

quenching my thirst for your gift of love.

Then you gasp, shudder and shake,

before I move back on to above.



Sweat upon your brow as I peer into your eyes,

seeing that look that begs for still more.

So I thrust with all I have to provide,

till my loins open up and I begin to pour.



Convulsions so sweet which you share in return,

the two of us in tight embrace as we merge.

Laying still now that our passion subsides,

knowing some rest will return our sexual urge.



© Judy Costea and Philip N. Carcione