THE SESSION

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    THE SESSION

    Your soft body I can almost feel,
    Locked in an embrace as our fates are sealed.
    Your delicate curves I long to caress,
    As my hands work towards your undress.
    I taste you as my mouth touches your flesh,
    As the nerves come alive renewed and fresh.
    New sensations form along my spine,
    As you take me without a never mind.
    New heights are met with such delights,
    Soon we give into wild throes of passion,
    While we move in succession and unison.
    We carry on softly hard until the release,
    And there for a brief moment all things cease.
    There laying in a cuddling embrace,
    We find that during this session, there is no pace.

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    graceladymn commented on THE SESSION

    08-25-2009

    Very elegant verbage pertaining to the wild thing. Pleasing it is to the imagination, very nicely written and great form.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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