Our Passion Only Grows

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Over and over I repeat the words,
This is new for me,
But so good,
Let it never end.

Such a darling treat
You were across the room,
As you smiled, sending shivers up my spine
And down to the core
Of my manhood,
Thrilling me
As never before.

Within moments
You were there beside me,
With me, and touching my arm,
And smiling
That smile
Under twinkling
Arousing eyes, so deep, so pure.

I was sure you were what I needed,
And you succeeded in tempting me,
Winning me,
Guiding me to another world.

Off we were,
Off to my room as you giggled,
Carrying your heels,
Pressing my arm against your breasts,
And I grew.

Knowing what I needed to know,
You were all I wanted this night,
This was something fine and true,
As we played, and laughed,
Touching,
Feeling,
You took me out,
And pleased me more than ever before,
Your lips and breasts
Caressed my steel,
My rod,
My shaft that spewed forth my seed,
And you took it all,
For me,
Sweet lips for me,
Kissing my lips,
Trading tongues
As I knew all I needed to know.

Soft and sweet,
Cuddling together
Not yet disrobed completely,
Naughty, sensual touching,
I grew.

And so did you,
As I searched for the wet, moist slit
Of lust
I discovered you,
And you grew.

This is new for me,
But so good,
So good,
As I pinch your breasts with one hand,
And quickly, eagerly,
With fevered strokes
I make you grow,
Make you show
Your long, proud,
Hard rod.

Around my questing lips you moan,
And I groan,
Needing you and needing to please you,
And I do.

They are gone,
The constraints,
So I see the vision of you,
All of you as I suckle your breasts,
And I tickle your shaft,
And mine touches yours,
Faster I stroke,
Faster,
And you cry out,
While I seek to please,
As you pleased,
Taking your tasty wetness,
Taking it for the first time,
And discovering me,
Finding you
And finding me,
I am free.

The night was young,
And our hearts were young,
Two explorers together,
Seeking the known
And the unknown,
Throughout the night,
And beyond.

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