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The Poetry of Alan Sheppard...
EXOTIC BEAUTY
She lays awaiting my pleasure,
My tongue seeks out her mounds at leisure,
Her nipples harden under my tongues embrace,
As my hands caress her buttocks through pants of lace.
Her lips kiss my neck and brush my ears,
She whispers to me all her hopes and fears,
I brush aside her hair and nip her throats curve,
Which seems to destroy any reserve.
Her body arches and she pulls me close,
And we dispense with the rest of our clothes,
I move down the bed to her inner thigh,
As my tongue starts its rhythm I here her sigh.
After a good while she is replete,
And I wipe my mouth upon the sheet,
Moving up the bed, I kiss her sweet torso,
Her passion is rising and mine is more so.
She directs me in, with such ease,
I am only to happy to please,
Our bodies lock into a spiraling rhythm of dance,
The noises she makes for me the experience enhance.
Soon, too soon the rhythms dies,
As both of us let free our cries,
I lay cradling her in my arms,
This beauty, with such exotic charms.
Alan Sheppard
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