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You're kissing me, probing, exploring me. I'm yours. Do with me what you will. Your tongue roams down my tummy, to the secret place that I have given to you alone. Make me yours. Own me.

My womanhood is a shell; you pry me apart, my pearl glistening. The tip of your tongue finds its mark. I cannot withstand.

Again I scream.

My rapture subsides, and we settle, still upon the verdant lawn. Hold me; don't let go.

You're so good to me. You deserve nothing less than the rapture you give me. I possess you now. I reverse our positions. Me on top.

From the rose bush near us, I pick a blossom, larger than my outstretched palm. More delicate; more fragrant than any part of my body. I trace every inch of your precious, sylphlike form. Turning you on our side. I roam over your bottom, the backs of your thighs. Now in front, I avail myself of your breasts, your stomach, your throat, your exquisite face. I slither down past your navel.

Your lovely pubic hair; that spun gold that matches your tresses. I'm enthralled by the beauty, the first glints of sunlight catching your golden curls.

Then your beautiful womanhood. The glistening rosy crease that captivates my attention. Of its own accord, it parts for me, in anticipation of such wonderful pleasure, offering its tart and saline nectar.

I find your clitoris. It's so sensitive, so delicate. My finger penetrates. I broach the opening. Its sister joins the other, rushing, rushing your gates. Untold pleasure assaults your senses. Your inhibition yields before the assault of delight.

You cry out to heaven; louder than I. At the periphery of our senses, windows fill with light; doors open; neighbors gasp and gawk, confounded.

We do not care. To hell with them. We live; we exist only for each other, for our love. They matter not. The heat of our passion is all.

Our audience builds. We have already forgotten them. In a lovely 69 position, we express our love, until the limitations of our bodies outstrip the yearning of our souls. Exhausted, we slacken, our bodies collapsing into the soft dewy grass.

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