She tastes like cinnamon upon his lips mesmerized by swaying hips he mutters a word, perhaps her name but she can't hear what he's saying.
He's giving his body to her whims feels her arms snaking around him delights in the breeze her breath makes as his mouth devours, body shakes.
Princess of twilight, she's godly-divine her movements rock him, so sublime losing focus, gone in the moment feels his body quicken, peaking summits.
She dives in, going for the kill perplexing him with her magical skill he soars to new heights, pulling her down and kisses her deep, to make her his own.
She tastes like cinnamon upon his soul thrilled by the way he losses control no better a lover could he ever dream than she; His goddess, siren, queen.
~Lady Poe a quick scribble here at work. I'll find a photo when I'm at home to adorn this and may tweak the ending, as I'm not happy with it. 8/4/07
-- Edited by Lady Poe at 08:29, 2007-08-07
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I love what you have Poe! I am very interested to see the pic and tweaking. :) I feel a lot of passion and lust. Very fiery, in a good way. :D Lovely job!
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