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Lust
by Eric Mitchell
Posted December 2008
Damnit!
I can't help it!
I see you walk in
And my heart flips.
I want to embrace you,
And show you love
That no one has shown you.
Your frame bounces, jiggles and jumps
All over the place
Filled with the scares of teasing
Filled with the hope of acceptance,
And that is what I want to provide.
I could enjoy the echo of your heartbeat
As I press my head and ear against your chest
And catch the rhythm of your love
As each beat tells the story of your pain.
All I want to do is dry the tears; show you love;
And draw a smile out of the mire of disappointment.
Greedily,
I want to feel comfortable
As your chin nestles over my head
And your arms pull me in closer to you
What's that?
Is that your manhood growing?
Are you feeling the excitement of being 'turned on'?
It is becoming quite obvious!
Your pants can't contain the bulge!
Why the fabric yields the heat of your loins,
And I nudge in closer
Happy as a lark!
(Hell, I've sprung to life as well.)
Grinding myself against you and feeling the thump,
Thump, thump of our crotches
Passing against each other.
You've pulled my chin up
to glaze into my eyes.
Piercing deep into my soul.
Closing my eyes,
I willingly accept your tongue,
As you carve out the words,
"I love you"
with your kiss.
And my tongue dances the response,
"Yes, yes, more, More,iloveu, more!"
(Your nipples are protruding)
Your pants slipped down a bit
as my hand caressed your back.
I could feel the supple curve of your big bottom
As the fabric released their captives!
{Oops, there's a hand!?!
You want......!?!}
You found my zipper.
And Gladly I freed myself
From my confinement
All the while enjoying the taste of your kiss,
The feel of your massive arms around me;
the aroma of manliness waft with cologne.
There we stood nude in a bundle of clothes
With moonbeams pointing the way to the bed.
We seem to have floated there,
To begin a symphony of the troughs of passion
As we both could not get enough of one another.
You gently on top,
To show off your massive man-tits,
(Which I hungrily sup upon.)
The sighs of contentment filled my ears
And urges me on.
But the kling-klanging of glasses and beer bottles,
Snaps me back to reality:
Back to indifference:
back to the lust of a chance meeting.
(What's This! He's sitting next to me!)
"Barkeep, bring me a cold one
And one for my friend too!"
(Smile)
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