when stories fail to describe uncontrollable, luscious, craving passions,
there comes a time for improvised lyrical expression...
my new neighbor and i hit it off the moment i began helping her move in. no sooner than having set up her extravagant custom style bed, did she want to test it's magic, vibrating, undulating wave like features.
needless to say we got carried away. i was left speechless. the next morning, instead of waking up in a fatigued stupor, we both woke up ready to attack each other again and again. when i finally sat down to describe our adventure, this improvised lyrical expression leaped right out on the page...
...ode for my new neighbor...
the hour's come,
day's nearly done,
quiet knock, heart beats drum,
met this morning, mesmerized on the run,
new neighbor, quite a looker,
loves the blues, craves john lee hooker,
guitar struming low,
"i'm in the mood for love," eyes glow,
sexual desires rise,
naked bodies, no surprise,
boom, boom, boom, skin to skin, my, my,
spread eagle 'cross the bed, on the floor,
penetrating deep, more, more, more,
upside down, smooth back door,
massaging pussy, sucking clit, nipples galore,
get down, spin around, double the fun,
rimming, beading, squeeze that love gun,
loaded, smoldered, shouldered lunge,
hips up, thighs wide, hang on, rising sun,
breathe deep, breathe slow, relax, let go,
intense orgasms, vibrant spasms, massive cum flow,
that midnight hour, lit the fire,
blazing flesh, soaring higher,
love thy neighbor, hearts conspire,
become one, tighter, tighter...