What would you prefer as your birthday gift, he asked

A trail of hickies

Leading from my neck

To my breasts

And you 

Cradled between my legs, she playfully said.

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To set you on fire

I don't need a setting

Or your mood

Mine is enough

To set the ball rolling

Even if you are drained

I would prefer to have you

Then and there

On the floor

As you return from office

To raise your temperature

I would wear my nudity

With my tresses looming

On my swinging breasts

And the twinkling nipples

Assaulting your senses

The bulge on your trousers

Strains

I take you then 

And there

By the door

Riding you

Till a chilling tranquility descends on my flesh

I set you on fire

Unmistakably, 

To quench my thirst!

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 The kisses you plant

Upon me

Engraving your signature

Hurts

But I love it that ways

For I love to be stamped

With lust

Than to be cheated

In the name of love

Starved was my flesh

And you moistened it

With our mutual thrist.

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The penetrative stare

The hint of her curvature

In her spiders web

Those stoic lips

Dripping of poetic utterances

The raised hand

Inviting

To seize her essence

She the mystical enchantress

Confined to herself.

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What was left of the night

Was you

Wrapped in my arms

The fragrance of your tresses

The aroma of your sweat

The pulsating rhythm of your beats

That's all I needed

To love you

With my soul.

©LR