I look at you in anticipation of the treat you have for me, I usually do not indulge in sweets, But I hunger for yours. I can taste the back of your neck, As I slowly slip up behind you, Ah! Your gown has fallen from your shoulders, Onto the blanket you have laid on the floor. You even have the fire blazing in the fire place, Hopefully it is prophetic of our evening. Red wine screams to be poured, It is waiting in the goblets, Not for drinking, But for anointing each others bodies. Your smooth skin absorbs each trickle of wine, I pour on your voluptuous curvatures, You pour wine onto me and I gaze, Deeply into your eyes, I am ready to taste of your flavors, Wine mingled with you, What a delicious delicacy! I do not bother with your breasts, As I want to savor every inch of you. I want to start with your red painted toes, Slowly inserting each one into my warm wet mouth. You coo in gratification as I twirl your toes, With my tongue. Oh! I savor your pink toes, With thoughts of making slow and sweet love to you. Your eyes meet mine, Telling me without words that you are pleased, Of how I love you... SHANE D. MOORE 7/25/1999 ALL RIGHTS RESERVEDBirth sign: Sagittarius
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