He and she

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He watches silent over her revealed body,
Vowing only his eyes would know this sight,
He absorbs her essence into his being.
His arms lift her, she feels light.
Her skin, warm and soft to his touch,
A contrast to his tan callused hands.
Hair flows over her shoulders, a dark river.
Eyes that pull him from where he stands,
A forest of pleasures, dark eyed beauty.
His hand slowly descends,
She cry's softly, ringing in his dazed mind.
He hears her gasps and feels her shudder,
His own breath strangled in quiet awe.
Her beauty causes his knees to shake,
Her desire what he follows as his law.
To make her beg with joy,
Make her feel his consuming love.
His lips quenched by her flesh,
A confident grin, her soul hovers above.
Allowing her rest he strokes her passions,
She calms, quieted by his voice.
A mischievous smile blooms,
She lays him back, intent with her choice.

He blinks up at her bewildered,
She watches his confusion with delighted glee.
Her hands caress his taught belly,
His low moan, her eyes see,
The loving flames blazed between two souls,
His jaw clenched tight to withstand her power.
She spreads her legs, taking him inside.
Her barrier gone, response of pain and pleasure,
His eyes widen, surprised, his hips arch.
Rocking against him, her womanhood complete.
She moves above him with a females grace,
His stunning body bucking against the sheet.
Moving, his staff throbs in deep, herself warm and tight.
Grasping his hands, she holds them to her breast,
They cup and play, sensation sparking between.
Heat, moist skin he laps at greedily from her chest.
Sheer pleasure overwhelms, their cores hit.
Sparks fly, orgasms shake both their frame.
She collapses on him exhausted,
His chest rising and falling with lust tame.
Aftershocks of their loving tremble.
He envelopes her in his strong arms,
Holding her against his body and heart.
Their love settles, both fall to slumbers charms

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