Romantic Spell by Mark Wells
ROMANTIC SPELL
We sit alone visible for miles,
At first we exchange romantic smiles.
She was slim her hands reached mine,
Private thoughts shared over wine.
I kissed her chasm, smelling her aroma,
Touching caressing tongues took over.
Love lend me strength I was in her spell,
Animal instincts coming out of its shell.
Clothes come of in subtle shifts,
One more our wild waves stack and drift.
I follow smooth rosy buds,
To nibble gently at silver studs.
Giving my harness bells a shake,
Boundless and bare I gratefully take.
Flow bubbled winking at the brim,
Releasing a flow that starts to swim.
Emptied I sigh a full throated ease,
Lovers vapor we gently breath.
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