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Hands In Front Of Me, Breast In The Back Of Me
She caught me bare with her cold air meeting my warm back
just out of the shower wearing only the spouts of water on my skins surface
her silent foot steps made me nervous
I was starring at the window
at a point if you look hard enough
you can see a visible stream when wind blows
she met me with a greetings of hellos
not with her mouth but extended pointing in my back
from her finger tip like nipples
thats when she stop
not completely embracing my back with full breast
just her breast tips to my wet pores
and her lips leaning into my back
I felt her hands land upon my waist
and her fingers slip in between my towel
one poppin of her hands
and the towel fell slowly down
I thought she was blind cause the way her hands explored my front regions
I just knew she was reading me like a grail
her hesitation told me she was fighting to grasp her treasuring task
feathering finger tips continue to explore in circular sails.
my nature rised as the sun does in the rocky mountains
my strength came from 17% of blood rushing to excited muscles
I could look to the side of me and the wall mimic my standing
I became monument where I stood
coming closer is her hands
and nipples
nipples still touching my skin lightly like acupuncture pins
she breaths my nakedness
she heats my bodies wetness
and now she takes control with forceful hold of my..................Manhood
she worked me
I mean put in her time card and worked me
I felt captured by her touches
my masculinity grown soft as my head fell back to her massages
I forgot that I'm the dominate one
but her grips said I belong to she
her nipples told my body to freeze
and her breath from her barely lips touching me
told me to be at ease
my muscle throbbed in signals that my boiling points must over flow
moans that only I can overstand
saying, "baby, I'm about to let go"!
But she understood my stuttering calls
and said release it all
and with both palms over my helmet
she caught my massive blast of exploding warm
her nipples turn softly hard
almost piercing my open pours
my legs fell weak
I exhale heavy as if thats how I speak
i turned to her smiling cheek to cheek
told her turn around, its my turn
to be...............behind you!
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Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.
John F Kennedy
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