Tag: nipples

There was a door that creaked as it was stealthily opened that gave him away every time
It wasn’t as if they minded, they both smiled to themselves as they knew what it meant
Love, so they thought, was at work in the house so they let it continue in its name
She said she was 23, he knew she was 22. He didn’t lie with his 25
It’s funny how age becomes less and less relevant as the days whisper on by
The bed could fit them both, it was a nice feeling with the warmth of each others skin pressing down on their sleepy whispers
Loose bed sheets that wrinkled at the foot of the bed would never be needed in passion
There was a point in the passion where both of the lovers would pause
Where they would both crawl over towards each other and look into their eyes and still be sitting there in their underwear
This was passion, fueled by desire, that would rupture where they stood and teased
It was fun at any rate, to slowly take off each others small things and reveal something secret and intimate
Skin that was smooth, and delicate clipping, and eyes that crawled more than a spider with a smile
More and then less, and more and then less was a game that was exciting to play
A game that would take the both of them longer and hopefully both of them higher than before
Did they lose touch just then, when the passion was within, or was it lost to them a long time ago?
But they embraced each other, nipple against nipple, and turned up the heat in the room
They’d call and they’d moan, and they’d let out a groan, and they’d pull at the hair on the back of the neck
They’d flip and they’d roll, and they’d stop and they’d call, and they’d make it all matched in their body
And the race was on for eruptions song, dancing a dance where two can play and the best of the days is when it grooves
Take all that away in a moments display, in a push for the top of the rafters
Then draining away that marvelous display comes a time for bliss like a setting sun in the arms of a lover
And a kiss, a kiss on the forehead, wet with excitement and no delay and breath that enjoys how fast it does roll
A little fun at the toes as the sheets that have stowed are un-tangled and used as a cover for the flesh
Legs that are near reach around and pull close with emotion set fit for the time
With low murmurs that roll through the waves in a friendly waltz the night slowly takes control of the two lovers until movement no longer becomes conscious