The Adult Group

She understands what the ink across his knuckles means.

tonight you are mine my love,
when I get home be ready,
wear something sexy,
but not much,
and the special smell you have,
is it perfume, or just you,
meet me at the door,
with some wine…

Their passion is so intense, it is ignited once more
by the heat of a single longing glance

a wanton sigh escaping her lips as she slips deeper into the dream….

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Shadow that I always keep with me.
Warmth which to thaw 
The ice of my heart
And the bright through the blinders
To wake me

A fascination with their thigh muscles in their practice shorts

Skin on skin, they moved to their own rhythm
Skin on skin, their cries of pleasure fill the room
Skin on skin, their bodies moist and glistening in the moonlight

lies smell like
gas

strong and tempting

I siphon you

you juice me up
you make me run

and when there is
no more of you
I come back to
fill up on you

1 gallon
2 gallons…

For when she welcomes me
It is I who is spellbound within her blazing storm

Was It A Dream

I lay here in the dark waiting. Sensing your presence and I am full of anticipation. I can hear you breathing, even above my own, even above the pounding of my heart. And then, warm hands ar…

Let us feel the satin smoothness of the sheets
and rumple them, make them messy and imperfect
Let us make a mess of this bed and enjoy this
never ending bliss

...then the warmth took even that away as we listened to that old radio sitting in the candle light taking in the warmth of a hot bath…

I had finally come home…