ITALIAN EGPYTIAN: 31 Lines

Dirty Blonde Copper curls and Italian Egyptian Frame,
5'9 in height and a slight attitude just the same,
Didn't matter too much push come to shove,
As you lay on me entrenched in comfort, love,
I have been held before by women, but never by the likes of you,
Never in the style you put me through,

In complete comfort for both, you rested your face on my chest,
Typical so far, but watch the rest,
Luscious thighs and butt aligned as if you were facing me and I lay straight looking up and away,
Though we were far from being distant in that evening of January,

You embraced me firmly, as if to hold on to something,
Then again tighter as if I was fading to nothing,
As though you were losing me and did not want to let me go,
As though I was returning to the life force to continue and ever present flow,

Then I saw it true, fully present and in the moment,
I became the human pillow with adornment,
I understood the style, the way you were hugging and took my place,
Caressed your copper curls, and caressed your face,
Felt your smile rise and a tighter hug the result,
Felt my friend down there go and catapult,

No matter, that wasn't the focused and you didn't care or mind,
In fact, at times you went ahead to bump and grind,
Told me that moments like this are rare and was happy we could share this time together,
While we did lay together for awhile, I wished in my heart it last forever,
But it didn't, nothing good does anyway, and off we went,
To eat Brazillian food on a night well spent.