beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

A Tender Beast

You want my lips


Eyes closed

As I move inside you

That first blissful moment

Slow but deep

A wave against

The shore

A breeze through the trees

Doesn’t penetrate

As deeply

As thoroughly

As I

Skin against skin

Slippery warmth

Squeezing whispers

Turning urgent

As I tell you what a 

Good girl you are

Let me take care of you

So that you can let go

To feel as a bird flies

Moaning into my mouth

As I hit the right spots

And as mutual need

Makes us urgent

I grab your hands

Place them above your head

So I can thrust

A tender beast 

Hunting and finding his prey

Feel me





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