he knows she's thinking of him,
no other arousal could explain the twitch in his chin,
he's on stage with the very best, his blues rockin' hall of fame, special friend,
his lovers quest is confirmed the moment the next song begins,
..."well, she's walkin' through the clouds,
with a circus mind that's runnin' round,
butterflies and zebras, and moonbeams and fairy tales,
that's all she ever thinks about,
riding with the wind..."
even before the intro is complete, the crowd is up on their feet, feelin' no pain,
a guest vocalist captures their hearts, but his heart is in the palm of his lovers hands,
whether they're side by side, flesh to flesh or thousands of miles from nowhere,
their souls unite, with a whisper, in a song, on a wing and a prayer,
his band and back up volcalists are pure, lust filled, seductresses with unlimited sex appeal,
not one, or even all of them can hold a candle to the spirit-image he holds so dear, the true one and only, the real deal,
"Come on Rod, lets party...", the back stage scene is already set,
his smile needs no answer, seventh heaven awaits, there'll be not a moment of rest,
she steps out from the corner shadow, an aura of passion unchained,
he's already made love to her on stage, again and again,
she knows, by the time they reach their room, his golden chariot'll be ready to ride,
he'll carry her across the threshold, hand her the reins, good bye world, bye-bye...
he knows her favorite flavor, he prepares himself so well,
she's already his dream come true, her celestial body's his temple, cinderellas' castle, where forever he'll dwell,
there's no hesitation, she was ready before the downbeat,
neither one wore under garments, their own tantalizing brand of special treat,
just a continuous smile as they seductively undress each other, first with their eyes, then their minds and finally their hands,
she spreads her thighs, for him to take refuge inside, the moment is so preciously at her command,
without penetration, he merely presses up against her fascination, the night becomes one continuous orgasmic consummation,
never before had they known such a thrill,
time is love...guess that's what makes time stand still,
she controls the furious, ravaging speed,
the indy 500 pales in the wake of their need,
he takes charge of every portal, no matter how deep or wide, indeed,
their bodies become a whirlwind of multiple proportions,
they create ever knew and impressive, sensual positions and contortions,
she takes him so deep, where does he start or end,
untamed ecstacy is the force of that last magic thrust, it ain't no pretend,
her gasping moans of pure pleasure are cut short for lack of breath,
"I want all of you, go ahead, bury it up to my breasts."
her body arches like cupids' bow, hurling a thousand pound arrow,
he takes her, bent over the back of a couch, her ankles held in his hands spreading her so gentle and slow,
she's got a passion to be fucked so hard, so fast, so long,
he knows just how to arouse her, then on her command, take her all the way home,
she thought he wouldn't last after that magnificent first orbit of the moon,
little does she know he has a 14 course meal planned, and she's the knife, fork and spoon,
"cut to the chase, poke me for a taste, scoop me up and inhale me, pussy, tail and breasts",
"Your wish is my command, balls to the wall, my god, do these legs accentuate your ass",
she wasn't quite ready for dessert, but just then,
her pussy's arguing with her rosebud, "It's my turn",
his cock has the answer, his stamina has the will, "We'll satisfy'm both, burn baby burn",
when the smoke clears, their bodies cheer, she feels two orgasms at once, then makes sure he
has the same experience,
they take each other farther than anyone has ever gone before,
every move they make sends showers of bliss straight to the essence of their core,
a light tap of his fingers on her pussy, she yells, "Don't stop, give me more, more, more",
she long-strokes his cock first up then down, "You've got the magic, cum fly with me, there's the candy store",
he wants to take her on tour, her smile is reassuring, for sure,
when they hit the beach, there'll be no coming up for air, 'cept for a song, maybe two, three or four,
they'll live in their swim suits; a couple of guitar strings, a fig leaf and an apple for her,
well, if she can hang that loose, whats the use, enjoy the show, it's in living color...
...by the way, the tour bus is equiped with all the essential comforts to take sexual pleasure from here to eternity and back in the same day...time is love and love is here to stay...
...time is love...and it's time to love...
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