Butterfly kiss gentle loving friction
figure eight licks quickening of breathing.
Shivering hips, pelvic rotation, hands guiding
hands, seeking location. Foaming tides, waves
of pleasure, body and mind set sail together, tension
of muscles, freshly squeezed juice, lips on lips whisper
I love you, sliding motion, caring and slow, legs over
shoulders, deeper love goes, scratches on backs,
minds running wild, kisses on necks, passion filled eyes.
Lust rolls over, pulling of hair, rivers of pleasure
flowing with share, tension of muscles, freshly squeezed
juice, wide open mouths scream out I love you.
© Jon.London 2009
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Butterflies were 'our thing'... In 2000, We were just getting together, getting to know each other. We really, really liked each other. Thought we were in love. We fell fast. We went on a picnic, up in the hills, along a river. It was a perfect day. Butterflies were hatching out of the trees, and they were everywhere. Butterflies flying all over the place and landing on us and our food. We were as far away from people as we could be. Nobody was around. Privacy to the max! We were together for 4 years after that.....He wasn't who I thought he was. Jerk. DC