We made love on the edge of the bed
With the windows closed, and the curtains spread.
There is an odor about this room.
A scent of passion, the scent of us making love under the stars under the spread,
The smell of your body going out of your mind over my flesh.
The raw smell of sex penetrates this room.
The smell of sweat on the bed,
And all over each others bodies we were wet.
Kiss, sweat, chocolate spread over your body as my lips partake of its sweetness with pleasure,
Mixed, four play, wips and sex gadget
It peneteates the wall, the shadow that reflects the scene of us grinding.
The moan comes out as a scream from that hard, sweet wine from your hips, your hips that works magic as you play with my clitoris.
It lifts me up off the bed
The smell of raw savage sex.
Coming off our bodies on the bed,
Tangled obscenely in the last thrust as your manhood pierce my flesh and I moan into your ears to make love to me harder and as the paste grew faster and sweeter I exploded into million pieces into your arms.


© Keryiann Mcneil