The sweat drips down his back,
He had lots to finish in the woods,
She stood at the corner of the pebbled river bank.
The hour-glass weighed down with the frivolities of introduction;
The air was warm and it was starching itself still,
For it knew there was a collision impending.
The sun dress hung languidly to her tensed body,
The curves accentuated by the thin fabric;
She knew there was threat lurking close,
As her dark eyes turned a shade darker.
The gazel knew the panther was around.
The brown in him whiffed of musk and grime;
He stood behind her taking in her sight.
The Sun glistened through strands of her boyish hair,
The corner of her mouth quivered.
He felt cruel as he sensed the chase was about to begin.
He knew she would struggle and steal and sigh,
She would resist and oh how much he reveled the image!
The hand around the waist tightened.
The hair bristled her soft skin,
The unkempt beard brushed at the nape of her neck.
It stung, it bruised, it caressed;
The guards were shattered.
Slowly they turn to look at each other,
Their gaze unbroken by the mountain river that gurgled.
The fire burns up the heat that consumes their mind, body and soul.
It blazes through their eyes and parches their throat.
In one passionate embrace he pulls her to himself.
The breath is all lost, there is no ground left uncovered.
He deepens his reach in her mouth,
She swallows the fire that fills her mouth and burn her lips.
The kiss breaks into a stare and a stare leaps back to a kiss.
The game is on, the sparks fly all around.
He reaches up for her chin n bites it,
She tilts back to let her body blend into his warmth and strength.
The hardness between them is seeking attention,
She goes down on her knees and runs her hand round the waist band of his denim.
Her touch promises the unknown, the thrill,
He looks heavenwards, a sigh escapes his lips.
There she is, loving and biting n sucking his passion in.
The lips, the tongue engage in a fierce eruption of senses he was till then unaware of,
The force increases and engulf him as if it shall burn his soul.
He slides down a hollow he knew not could be consumed.
The birds are busy with their usual task,
Unmindful of the mangled duo.
His voice breaks in a rough murmur
As she sucks him in one last time.
He has let the dress out of her shoulders
It has revealed the swell of her cream mounds.
His mouth find one while his hands caress the other.
They tighten at the sudden thrilling onslaught.
Her legs shake under the force of the impending drama.
She knows she is trapped,
He smiles wickedly as the last sense wall of defense has been broken.
He stares back in her eyes as she tries not to blink nor shy away.
The eyes are naked, the bodies aint.
He goes for her hips and pulls them to his hardness.
She may just break at the throb of his pulses there.
It pierces through the threads of the fabric which is just like a defeated excuse now.
The male hands go searching,
They know their direction
The shadow between her legs is where they head
As he softly strums at it.
With one swift motion he glides his fingers into her;
The moan is swamped by the sweetness of his lips.
The touch burns through her as he bends her over his thigh
There she lies all helpless and barren,
He sinks his finger further and beyond,
The wetness oozes through her crevices.
He plays on and bends his mouth inside her
The tongue digs deep and tastes her bud
The air has not been so warm in a long time now.
Her mind has shattered into a bright sparkling dance,
It sings it hums, it wants to go beyond the stars.
Her legs have now crossed behind his neck
As he sucks out the last bit of dew she has there.
It is now a matter of time before they shed their clothes
His fingers undress her slowly as he takes in the sight of what emerges.
He is cruel, he denies her the pace
His eyes burn her skin and she knows no more.
With one move they glide down onto the pebbled bank.
He is now between her legs and his hardness presses onto her belly.
She moves her hand onto his waist and pulls at his pants
He knows now she cannot wait anymore.
As he sinks into her,
His mouth finds the hollow of her neck,
He tastes her neck, while she digs her fingers on his back.
The movements fasten, their bodies glisten,
Their sweat inter mingle.
Its his turn to lie on the pebble and she climbs onto her mate,
Slowly she licks the sweat from his steely chest and the from the dark above his legs.
She massages the fatigue out of his shoulders and looks longingly at his feet
She knows she wants to feel them on her skin
They tease, they tingle as he nuzzles up her breasts.
The hands are busy parting her legs as his on her body feasts.
There she is, there he is on the bank of the pebbled river
The water hums and breeze blows
As he enters her and the passion flows.
One small stroke in the opening which unnerves her tension,
And then with massive force he thrusts himself into her
The chains have broken, she quivers under his weight.
They know all is one, their blood sweat and fate.
He thrusts and pulls and she lifts her eager hips.
He glides in deeper, he pushes in further, she is about to tip.
And their movement seems endless, their two bodies dance at once,
They are almost there, where reality mixes with trance.
For one last time she pulls outside of her,
Their eyes meet and lips murmur,
Her legs entwine on his back,
He lustily smiles and smirks
And thrusts with all his masculine force into where her passion lurks.
They call out the others name, their embraces tighten
A thousand splendid suns between her legs awaken
He releases within her as she clenches herself waist below
Oh their passions have ignited the hot summer afternoon,
She knows she has been touched in a new way.
Slowly as he lifts himself from her tired, warm body
He looks back into the dark eyes.
She turns her gaze into his.
Their smiles meet, their needs answered.
As she rolls to her side, he cannot let there be any space between them
He pulls her close as he spoons her from behind.
There they lie, sharing a quiet moment
In each others embrace, with the river breeze wafting their scent.
Well, the kingfisher glides down to catch its prey,
The two set of eyes look on,
The space beckons new promises, a new tale,
They turn to look at each other.
The trees know, the lovers are back in the throes of passion yet again......
Its a long summer afternoon I guess. NEVER MIND :)
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