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Post by lady lynne on Oct 27, 2007 7:37:31 GMT -5
He had waited for this For so so long.
A dream, a fantasy Come true.
She stands before his eyes. Angel face! Prettyface! A face that seems to encompass So much; Warmth, life, energy, and character.
So close. Her scent intoxicating.
He feels the rush.
He is a freight train, Barreling down a mountainside, Trying to grip the rails Stay grounded.
Brakes are slammed! Too precious a moment for An out of control Locomotive!
He bridles in His racing heart.
He thingys his head, Leans forward. She retreats slightly, Furtively. He slowly pursues.
Contact!
He gently brushes Her soft, tender, Lips. So full, So moist, Like billowy cumulus clouds, The feel of which Is dizzying, disorienting.
His tongue briefly parts her lips, sliding from side to side; gently, tenderly, teasingly.
He follows with several Short, soft, almost sucking kisses to fully savor the sweet softness Of her mouth and lips.
He reluctantly leaves those Psychedelic making rose petals, To gently nuzzle her Nose with his.
He gently kisses each lovely window to her soul. Hoping to touch that soul.
She feels his heaving, Heavy breathing as He tenderly, adoringly, brushes Her hair aside.
Her half-closed, passion filled eyes Shine, as they Look into his, As she utters The words that Flutter his heart:
I love you!
Author: Steven D. Robles
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