Don Juan Tenorio Poems

We have made love in this room for hours now,
With the windows closed, and the curtains drawn.
There is an unmistakable odor about this room.
A scent of passion, the scent of a woman in the throes of passion.
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I love to look at your behind,
And I love to touch it with my hands.
Firm and springy so very fine,
It's simply the best in all the land.
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Long beautiful legs, around my neck,
Bringing me in to your secret place.
So like a bird I start to peck,
And I feel the moisture on my face.
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I kiss your neck and work my way down,
I stop on your breast, and then southward bound.
I stop at your navel listening to your sounds.
And start again working my way down.
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I was sitting at McRonalds eating some eggs,
When I spotted something between her legs.
It was dark and hairy and smiled at me,
With a vertical smile that I could see.
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My favorite past time has always been,
Caressing your breasts, from beginning to end.
First one then the other, taking turns,
Licking them gently as your body burns.
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I need your hot body next to me,
Keeping me warm at night.
Your breasts so firm that I can see,
Them even without light.
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I look at you framed, in the morning light,
I've never seen a more beautiful sight.
Standing by the window in your panties of blue,
Filmy and transparent, that I can see through.
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Laying with you, on my bed,
Soaked in sweat, and completey spent.
Hours of love making flash through my head,
But it doesn't look like I've made a dent.
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My hands on your hips,
Bringing you in and out again.
Admiring the curvature of you back,
Your long coal black hair falling to the sides.
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