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Cruising this club
I see it it all over you in electric blue
Hanging by the bar
Strong thighs and leg tapping
I feel the heat of connection
And walk by where you are
Animal magnetic traction
bids me on the by
I walk past and with a brief look
Establish a spark and break the pull
I make my way back in to your atmosphere,
to the bar where you are
And look into dreamy green eyes
And wonder,
What spark I'll feed to flame
He ignores me now for a while,
I order a drink and offer him the same
He takes the martini olive branch with a dimple
on the corner of his smile
'Let's get out of here!' the words I want to hear
He motions to leave I follow
It's not twenty paces before he
pulls me in the shadows
Electric heat in his lips
charge through his mouthy kisses.
Hands moved down my thighs
raising my skirt with urgency,
Forcefully pushing panties to the side
Moistened his fingertip spread my
Lips wide, pushing flesh and massaging sides
I'm ready and wanting, his hardness
Grabbed bucks with delight
Rushed he pulls himself free from buckles and fly
And his throbbing member demands attention
Grabbing him and him pushing me down
Mouthing his plum fiercely Swolen
I stop before his purge in angst he
Slams me to the wall and rips my shirt open
And begins to devour his prey nipping
And suckling and squeezing, nipples rise to greet
His stubble and fervent tongue
Passers by hardly noticed as he
raised up my thigh high stocking laced legs
Hands reaching up fumbling then
Clutching all at once pulled down and
A rip of moist cotton freed the Swolen
Buds ripe with the sharpening burning ache of fire
As he fed upon me he lunged his plumb into my thighs
The silky arousal coating his length
With a growl he hoisted me up and plunged deeply
I gasped from pulling sides and barely fitting in
Burning more thrusting and the silk eases through
And like wild animals we buck with rhythm
My groaning His grunting we lock from lips
To hips soulfoul eyes I feel the love I have release
The endless parades and hurting games
Four years of silent longing and here he is
Inside me the tingles build upon eachother
I rip his shirt lost in passion bare breast against bare chest
Pounding and grinding this spark to flame
Suddenly he thickens and it is now time
tiny ripples cast dull tightening tingles of rapture
His breath is ragged and heightening husky gasps
Signal his impending release eyes locked focused willing me to come
Ripples of tight throbbing explode in chorus gasping in tandem
We hit that damn so hard it broke pleasure washing over us
Words of gratitude take flight from our mouths breathing heavily
He drops me down and rips himself from me I feel
Puzzled I feel a coldness come over us and as he zips himself and said thanks
walked away, left me there alone the spark gone cold and I fall down in shame
My love, my honor, my virtue gone up in flame
A bright spark fed to watch myself go down in flames.