swimming with luv...

When ripples meet the shoreline so fast the waves feel like a tsunami of emotions in the heart’s worth. And like a carpet pull the tide takes every precious breath out to sea for the sunset to remind self of the beauty of being free. Once luv’d, twice single and so forth. It seems drowning without a shark around to take all the memories away is the depths rising to watch self float as a reminder of who's, who's own worst enemy. As intentions are camouflaged by the water's edge where it meets the glistening needed to regain life. One hasta learn to swim before comprehending self’s resonating free will to breathe in the absence of the hype. Coming from within the undertow enjoying yet another lost cause so it isn’t so lonely itself. So, without the mirror like reflection upon the surface of a liquefied hope even gives the moonlight a moment to be felt. Finding self in over the head is a carelessness everyone gambles with as the sand is once again stationary beneath the feet. Awaiting the next chance to live with passion’s touch to drift along the beach. With better weather far and wide after mechanisms aren’t a necessity to coexist with the horizon damn near sitting still. One just hasta get evolve to experience the thrill of being more than self’s righteous fill…

Falachio…

Sit on down and give me a sip. Lips on lips. Mmm, that’s it. Pussy prints. Land on my face. Dripped in lace. Crotchless. Lemme taste it. Now move. Slowly get loose. Damn, you. So smooth with the soothe. Now spin. Twirl your hips gripped. Tongue feeling a lick. Get it. Sliding back and forth. Dividing your slit waiting more. Free the whore. Face ride me into my core. Grind. Sigh. Don’t hide. Cum to life. Open up. Touch the feel of lust. Ease on into luv. You pressed on my have is what I want. Clit dancing on the tip. Up top my tastebuds flipped. Flippin for a bit. Twisting a gasp with intent. Gibbs too busy to speak. Just flow with me. Slip with slide and breathe. Panting with no panties, cumin loose at the seams. Leaking and wet. Dribble like the sweat falling from your chest. Down from your neck. Emotions on check. Hormones triggered on rapid fire. One at a time fulfilling desires. Poppin them off is legs squeezing like pliers. Fantasies never expire. Gushy yummy sweetness descending from above. Speech quieted to a hush. Vibing to the rush. Our lips are flush. Wrestling for the release. With you resting on your knees. Straddling my dreams. Thighs gripping my cheeks. Rotating with a spin do not were reversed. With a mouthful you bow to settle my nerves. Cock stiff wanting a lil gobble of your worth. All without spitting words. 9 under 6 creating essence of head. Bodies damn near fuckin laid out on the bed. Deep in us thrust until there’s not a single drop left. Actions tell all as enough has been said…

It’s amazing how…

With my thumb across your bottom lip. As you look at me like I've been missed. The amazement in how these heavy hands can touch so soft. They go upside down as palms reach for your chin without a pause. Slowly, fingers caress the skin of sighs. It’s damn near magical how your interaction plays with my sight. Watching your body move to the feel that flows. There’s just something about you that I cannot leave alone. It’s like my fingerprints don’t quite land to be flush. They just brush through the fuzzy lil hairs that excites luv. From the tips a rush of a subtle soothe caress comes to life. As nerves realize the enticement of a fantasy captured in the mind. One that has the wrist swaying to a vibe shared by two. Back and forth, side to side, and up and down. The simplest lil gesture creates such a thrill that’s been found. It calms the beast as I can finally sit still. Playing with your flesh, showing the purpose of free will. Hovering gentleness temps the energy between us to connect us in this moment. Just above the surface as I hold it. Levitating in place. I’m a witness to the comfort upon your face. The pleaser of pleasure gliding with an ease. Listening to the relaxation in your chest as you breathe. With every stroke I sink in closer to your heart's flutters. In sync with its pulse, I become the silence of words that can't even seem to mutter. I witness how you accept me all over you. Through the attraction of grazing your curves put to use. For we’re both enjoying the sensitivity of making luv without sex. Simply evolving into something more that ignites in the chest. The groping of you is never too much. As being felt on, shows that I have your trust. To do as I please with you from head to toe. But right now, it’s not about how you moan. It’s in the details of friends laying in silence. Loosening up to a flirtation trying not to make your legs twitch. Careful enough not to tickle. But fun enough not to press beyond the intensity of how rhythmic movements are beneficial. Tempting time to stand still to observe me trace the outline of you so perfectly. As you undergo a sequence of patterns with precise certainty. With every redirection meant to unhinge your mind so you can be present in your consciousness with me in the now. It’s amazing how...