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She lies their waiting to be taken from behind,

leg curled up exposing her rear to my thoughts.

Hair gently draping down around the bed sheets,

with her face covered from my eyes view.



Her body is absolutely perfect in shape and form,

with skin as soft and supple as one can only imagine.

I just stand there inhaling in the sight of her femininity,

thinking I’m the most fortunate man in the world.



Slowly I approach her and kiss the small of her back,

working my way up to the scent at the nape of her neck.

She gives out a slight moan expressing her approval,

encouraging me all the while to continue the act.



Gently, ever so gently, I caress her every curve,

while the throbbing of my manhood says it is time.

I can wait no longer to share these wonderful gifts,

this woman is willing to share this hot afternoon.



Slowing I push my shaft against her flesh of velvet,

as it gives way to my thrust and I enter her soul.

I give myself to her as readily as she does to me,

until nature sadly no longer allows us to continue,

and I fall on her while we kiss in the heat of the day.