I was awaken by pleasure
a hard on stiff as a rock.
My member heaving
from being in a lip lock.
The light touch of teeth
tingling my whole shaft.
With moisture building
as if riding a river raft.
Heard moans of pleasure
then felt the rocking bed.
Had awakened to frothiness
she was giving me head.
I had denied our passions
refused to give in a little bit.
Now she was working me over
making me sloppy from spit.
Reached, found that moist spot
plunged my fingers in deep.
The figure eights I created
made that garden seep.
A whispered yelp escaped
she became more entranced.
Her speed increasing
making it more enhanced.
I totally submitted
to this saucy condition
making me guide her
to a brand new position.
Stroking like a wild man
plunged into her moist abyss.
Tongues flailing wildly
seeking a monster kiss.
We @#%$ in silence
with only moans as a song
ravishing each other's bodies
knowing we were wrong.
Too late. Why quit now
no such thing as a little sin.
Fingers probbing, massaging
touching quivering bare skin.
Eyes locked in a stare
words need not be said.
Every stroke, powerfully
rocking the fragil bed.
As the ship slowed to a breeze
we floated to a slow repass
heaving bodies winding down
no way this could last.
Eyes set in denial
peacefully lying in bed.
This passionate interlude
got started with some head.
Del Cano 2007 February
a hard on stiff as a rock.
My member heaving
from being in a lip lock.
The light touch of teeth
tingling my whole shaft.
With moisture building
as if riding a river raft.
Heard moans of pleasure
then felt the rocking bed.
Had awakened to frothiness
she was giving me head.
I had denied our passions
refused to give in a little bit.
Now she was working me over
making me sloppy from spit.
Reached, found that moist spot
plunged my fingers in deep.
The figure eights I created
made that garden seep.
A whispered yelp escaped
she became more entranced.
Her speed increasing
making it more enhanced.
I totally submitted
to this saucy condition
making me guide her
to a brand new position.
Stroking like a wild man
plunged into her moist abyss.
Tongues flailing wildly
seeking a monster kiss.
We @#%$ in silence
with only moans as a song
ravishing each other's bodies
knowing we were wrong.
Too late. Why quit now
no such thing as a little sin.
Fingers probbing, massaging
touching quivering bare skin.
Eyes locked in a stare
words need not be said.
Every stroke, powerfully
rocking the fragil bed.
As the ship slowed to a breeze
we floated to a slow repass
heaving bodies winding down
no way this could last.
Eyes set in denial
peacefully lying in bed.
This passionate interlude
got started with some head.
Del Cano 2007 February
