Portrait

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    Portrait

    Just to hear your voice sends chills down my spine….that light moan that you give as we slowly grind…
    Ecstasy surrounds us as you gently call my name…our eyes meet and lips lock…and our hearts does the same….
    Up and down we passionately move to a rhythm of our own….making a song so beautifully that only we could have known…
    Heavy breathing we both release gives us so much pleasure…..the love that our hearts exchange is the other’s treasure….
    As we lay sex…funky….happy as we want to be…..you whisper I am for you and that you are for me….
    Another portrait has been created as we finally climax…..as I wipe the sweat from your body anticipating on the next…..
    Conversation we both give as we lay in each other’s arms….man I feel so safe and secure like there can be no harm….
    As you look at me I ask you “What’s That” and you say “That’s What”….and I get up and slowly walk away as you watch me while I strut….
    Then you pull me back so fast like I’m blowing in the wind….Mmmm…there it goes…another portrait begins….

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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