<p>The primary lights exit, The dance ground lights come on. The music begins, The fog’s turned on. Girls in low minimize tops, Cleavage on present. Enter the dance ground, Pals in tow. Glances are met, Strikes are famous. Temperatures are rising, Reticence will get demoted. Imaginative and prescient lingers, Pulses race. Curiosity piqued, By a good looking face. Throughout the ground, Dancers do glide. Emotions flowing, An unstoppable tide. Individuals are dodged, Arms are ducked. Shoulders hunch, As arms are tucked. Our bodies get nearer, Private scents mingle. Our bodies on fireplace, Nerve endings tingle. Lastly they meet, Underneath the lights. Hemmed in by mortals, Eyes shinning vivid. The beat goes on, The hour darkens. His hand touches flesh, To see what occurs. She feels his contact, Brush her pores and skin. She makes a transfer, Nearer to sin. Breath on cheek, Hand on hip. Ardour is on, A a technique journey. With no rejection, He strikes his hand. Pulling her nearer, The flames are fanned. She feels his want, A mirror of hers. Union beckons, She grabs her purse. The exit approaches, Into recent air Each make haste. Down the stair. The taxi rank is quiet, As passengers are dropped. The evening continues to be younger, Environment not popped. Within the taxi, Mouths do meet. Between her legs, Juices do seep. The fare is paid, The taxi heads again. He searches for key, To enter his flat. With mutual assent, They head for his room. He can’t imagine, He’s pulled so quickly. Subsequent to the mattress, They kiss and flirt. His arms slide, Underneath her skirt. He feels the gusset, Of her knickers. Fingers roam, Leaving slicker. She groans at his contact, Their tongues meet. Her knickers fall, Round her ft. Her skirt follows, As does her prime. She yells at him, To not cease. He halts his contact, So he can strip. As her fingers, Therapeutic massage her clit. The mattress beckons, He pulls again the quilt. Mendacity down, He invitations his lover. She lies down, Subsequent to his aspect. Smiling in invitation, As their pores and skin collides. Mouth on breast, Tongue on nipple. From his cock, Pre-cum does dribble. Intent is acknowledged, Assent is given. Cries of delight, As flesh is riven. He plunges deep, So far as he can go. The strain builds, She’s about to blow. Her fingers dig deep, Scratching his again. She cries out, As muscle groups contract. He continues to thrust, Using her waves. Searching for the discharge, That his physique craves. Her physique subsides, On a pleasure ocean. Her cum covers him, With its lotion. Determined for launch, He thrusts tougher. The smile on her face, Growing his passion. He feels the beginning, Of explosive orgasm. Releasing his seed, Into her chasm. Spent, their fluids mingle, Their our bodies held shut. Mouths whisper, Meaningless prose. He slips from her, As sleep claims each. Between her legs, Life grows forth. </p><p /><p>Compulsory be aware kind thingy. The fuck am I going to do that once more! (Not in a rush not less than). I’d by no means have tried it, if it had not been for that silly animal alphabet factor on the discussion board. However no, I needed to strive it (FOOL!). Which bought me considering (At all times a foul factor), “I’ve by no means tried poetry”. Effectively, it’s one other class abused, so what does that go away me with- Bondage, Homosexual (male), Ethnic…. 26/9/04 new be aware: The above was written and posted however misplaced as SSP was up-graded. Since then I’ve been unable to publish. Sam Half 2 was the final accepted submission, and it was butchered. So this, hopefully, is the restart of submissions. The following would be the re-submission of an un-butchered Sam P2. Fingers crossed. </p>