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Angel In Black Lace

Poetry By: Michael68
Romance



My Angel in black lace....how I long for your body against mine as we share a passion...a desire so intense...and love so strong.


Submitted:Aug 16, 2012    Reads: 113    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


She comes to me across the length of the room
in the black lace that hugs her sultry curves
astounding my senses, arousing every part of me
just from mere sight of her.
Each move she makes is poetry in motion
as I am captivaed by her,
wanting her
craving the love that she will offer me.
That sheer black teddie she wears
making her become a seductress to me
and I willingly become her slave of love.
I hold her close to me
feeling the combination
of the silken lingerie and her warm skin
arousing me even more
heightening my passion
as she becomes a dream made flesh.
Our lips meet in soft and sensaul kisses,
feeling her breasts pressed against my bare chest
as the game of her seduction does begin.
Fingers moving over the curves of her body,
the fabric of her lace under my fingertips
as her body shivers in anticipation of what shall come forth.
The moment which will be burned within our minds forever
our fantasy come true
with my angel in black lace.

She comes to me across the length of the room
in the black lace that hugs her sultry curves
astounding my senses, arousing every part of me
just from mere sight of her.
Each move she makes is poetry in motion
as I am captivaed by her,
wanting her
craving the love that she will offer me.
That sheer black teddie she wears
making her become a seductress to me
and I willingly become her slave of love.
I hold her close to me
feeling the combination
of the silken lingerie and her warm skin
arousing me even more
heightening my passion
as she becomes a dream made flesh.
Our lips meet in soft and sensaul kisses,
feeling her breasts pressed against my bare chest
as the game of her seduction does begin.
Fingers moving over the curves of her body,
the fabric of her lace under my fingertips
as her body shivers in anticipation of what shall come forth.
The moment which will be burned within our minds forever
our fantasy come true
with my angel in black lace.





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