Strokes

With every stroke her body groans with pleasure

Deeper and deeper I search

Probing slowly into her waiting abyss

For that soft place where I want to call home

She offers no resistance just an acceptance that she is mine

Together we hope to find our stride when love is instinctual

It’s something so beautiful

I reach for her hand and it’s already there

She reads my mind and squeezes my hand lovingly

Our thoughts are exchanged with just a touch

Each stroke brings me closer and closer to her heart, ultimate nirvana

We dance the dance of lovers past in unison, a perfect rhythm

Love is beautiful to behold when its lovers deserve her love

Respect for all things beautiful keeps us humble

Every stroke delivered creates a memory

Every orgasm fills the room with ecstasy

If the walls could talk they too would be blushing

Dean Jean-Pierre

3-6-06

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