Danielle N. Calhoun

A PASSIONATE DREAM

She sits and waits,
For his soft caress,
His sweet tender kisses.

She watches the time,
Knowing soon it will go by,
He will be there at her side.

Every night she dreams of him,
Holding her close,
Making love with no recklessness.

Like a delicate flower,
He touches her skin,
Making her shiver,
Making her heart sing.

She calls out his name,
In passion and desire,
His soft gentle touches,
Put her on fire.

He kisses her gently,
Ever so slightly,
Touching her body,
Then going inside.

She is no longer shy,
She no longer hides,
She begs him to keep going,
Their bodies moving in time,
With the music in their hearts,
These lovers do not part.

Deeply he kisses her,
Deeply, he puts his fingers,
Into her most sweetest part,
She is shivering and in her heart,
She cannot believe what a spell he put her under.

Slowly he kisses her,
Slowly going down,
He tickles her tummy,
With his tongue,
He licks every inch of her.

Shivering with desire,
Her heart is ablaze;
She begs him to keep going,
Her desire forever growing.

Lower he goes, and soon he is there,
He gently licks, then nibbles, and sucks,
On her sweetest part,
He does not want to stop.

He keeps going till she is at her peak;
She is calling his name,
Almost in a weep.

Crying with passion,
Pleasure and more,
These two lovers,
Are single no more.

He takes his hard dick,
And brings it to her lips;
She teases it gently,
Then starts her little play.

Kissing, licking, sucking,
She takes it in deep,
Takes it in hard.

He quivers with each deep thrust,
He holds in his passion cry,
Deeper still and ever so gently,
She teases and licks,
His whole body quakes.

Finally he is at his peak,
Lets out his lovers cry,
They hold on to each other,
Not leaving either one’s side.

The rest of that night,
They kiss and cuddle,
These two young lovers,
They who love one another.