Monday, January 9, 2012

Because Sex Isn't Love

"Do you like that?"
He whispers
quiet and slow
"Yes,"
she sighs
and loses control
Their bodies gracefully arch
and twist and curve and bend
"Does that feel good?"
He says breathlessly
"Yes,"
she sighs again
They groan from deep inside
their voices not their own
Their screams echo inside their minds
then silently they moan
She tenses her thighs around him
feeling his moist soft skin
"Do you like me inside of you?"
"Oh Yes,"
her hot breath sends

his body reeling

They have shared ecstasy

"I love you,"
she whispers

as he dresses hastily

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