What Happens Next


When eyes meet,
stops you dead in your tracks.

The air around you sweetens to the taste
leaving the voice powerless to speak.
Knowing there are no words,
only action does it seek.

When lips meet sweetly pressed,
gently caressed, an embrace in arms, in grace.

Breaths in sync, exhaled with a sigh and a moan,
the toes curl.
Deep and deeper, kissing so deep, the butterflies in your belly happily weep.

Nervous flutters,
joining lovers.

What happens next, well, let’s just say,
there will be bites and bruises,
yeah, that’s right.
Bites and Bruises.

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When eyes meet,
stops you dead in your tracks.

Scent that mingles to flair the nostrils,
driving mad, the senses.
Captured from that moment,
when lust invaded.

Oh beating heart that pounds,
a lift on high am found.

Removing rags that drape,
upon spirited fresh.
To bare the soul,
of mortal flesh.

Succumb to desires call,
the crazy, leads them all.

What happens next, well, let’s just say,
there will be bites and bruises,
yeah, that’s right.
Bites and Bruises.

~

When eyes meet,
stops you dead in your tracks.

As the chrome gleams with a sheen,
a sexual breath screams.
Lustful tones play heart strings,
vibrating, it ting-a-lings.

Is there another word better than horny?
I don’t think so.

Black magic,
as the spreader is placed to part.
Clamped and plugged,
the mood is serious to start.

Ready My Pet? replied with
yes, then silence.

What happens next, well, let’s just say,
there will be bites and bruises,
yeah, that’s right.
Bites and Bruises.

~

When eyes meet,
stops you dead in your tracks.

Leather chaps with a dangling cock,
exposed in its glory to behold.
A gift for what waits between the legs,
for now, a prize to be won.

Up above silk stockings and lace,
the first slap lands with pace.

Pinkish skin, His baby’s bottom bounces,
while kisses soothes her mind listless.
Another smack,
Surprise!

The buzzing inside squeezes,
dripping sexual juices.

What happens next, well, let’s just say,
there will be bites and bruises,
yeah, that’s right.
Bites and Bruises.

~

When eyes meet,
stops you dead in your tracks.

Pierced and prodded as lust combats,
in the throes of ecstasies battle.
To take to have, to inspire,
the burning need and want desired.

Filling the emptiness with love,
that which is marked by bites and bruises.

The tenderness and care,
to dine upon her good fare.
With every stroke and ladle,
that swirls in orgasms cradle.

A marathon of sex,
left spent.

What happens next, well, let’s just say,
there will be baths and ointment,
yeah, that’s right.
Baths and Ointment.

AntönyRös

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