A woman has feelings in her body unknown to any man.
She has a mind that will conjure and scheme and plan.
Her belly is alive and responds to the touch of his hand.
Her skin is soft and responsive so he knows that he can.
I picture you when you touch me with your lips upon my back.
Every inch of me is yielding to your gentle stroke.
My mind is at peace with your direct and demanding track.
You move your moist tongue along my spine, expanding my mind.
My eyes are closed and my ears hear only our breathing.
The acts of loving, and being loved, and needing.
Expecting joy and satisfaction, then finding both rewarding.
Knowing all the pleasure is in the giving and the receiving.
You slowly slide your palms along my body.
I feel your hands touching, massaging my breasts.
My nipples become erect, firm, wanting your conviction.
My skin rejoices in the feather light touch of the tip of your tongue.
My mental picture of you quickly becomes total reality.
The emotions of your loving and tender ways are beyond the flesh.
Pleasure is in the giving, and knowing, also, you have been given.
Freedom from care and pain and stress is found in your every caress.
I feel the hair upon your face as you move from place to place.
The sense of you moving down my body is a feeling of grace.
Never rushing, never tiring, you slide your tongue at a leisurely pace.
By the moistness on my belly your tongue has left its trace.
My blood in now alive with fire you've put there with your desire.
Your touch is not as gentle and my passions are rising like a tower.
To deny these feeling of wanting and needing are not within my power.
My response to your passion gives you joy unknown before this hour.
An urgency between us has now developed and can not be postponed.
Our bodies demand we come together to join into each other.
My legs part and you move your body over, and into, mine.
You enter my very core and fill me with the total giving of your being.
I feel.
I feel the joy.
I feel the love you bring.
I feel the waves of pure pleasure.
I feel the spasms we need and treasure.
I feel the clitoris rubbing against your body.
I feel the wanting and the desire being fulfilled.
I feel the release of your seed and know it pleases.
I feel the movement of myself as I hold you in myself.
I feel the grand explosion and know the passion it releases.
I feel the rush of your life into me and your surrendering all.
I feel the walls of me crushing all around you and grasping tight.
I feel the clock stop ticking ticking and the never ending pounding.
I feel the quivering, the quickening, and the quake of my vagina as it squeezes.
I feel the strength of us when we became as one, and our loving, for the moment, is done.
We have in us what most will never know because we hide ourselves within ourselves.
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