by TuftyMcLaughlin
@ 2007-12-28 - 00:27:22
eyes meet
knowing smile
hands travel to their destination
soft groans a nod of approval
no signals on this line
use your instinct
search for the route
its there if only you could see
hands on plump mounds
lips caress dark flesh
legs entwined
two people one mind
older younger
it doesn't matter when
the thrill remains the same
this is the eternal game
working on
building up the fire
no stopping
at this you never tire
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