melody / metalA Poem by alan khanstarts off nice.. then it takes a sudden turn. not for the pure of heart. i still don't know if this is funny or not.
there are very few things left that offer me satisfaction.
one act in particular leaves me overwhelmed by ecstasy. the act of receiving a woman's grace. those moments leading up to thee moment, the most subtle indulgences, that carry passion to magic are what i live for. savoring the moments in which she undresses, the moments in which she sheds her clothing, are key you see. for nothing can compare to the sight of her slithering out of her pants, her hips and thighs making their powerful appearance after her escapist dance. taking in and observing every inch of her skin warms me further, my lips and hands travel across her endlessly erotic and sensual body. The female figure, in all it's glory cannot be tamed by words, cannot be understood. it defies all logic. for in it's wonder, it stirs only madness. as she presses her body against mine with heavy breath and lustful urgency. i forget myself and can no longer play this role.. ////// i grab her harshly by her face and keep her still as my tongue finds hers. kissing her hard and without remorse. my hands find their way around her throat as i throw her to her back. i enter. she looks into my eyes with a fiery gaze as she inhales sharply, gasping for air and control. but all control is lost at this point. she shuts her eyes tightly and turns her face to the side, my hands still clutching her throat. i begin to stroke. gently at first to savor the vibrations she makes, as she responds to my now throbbing member deep within her. But soon i too am overcome with a craze, and begin slamming her body. taking my hands away from her neck, i grasp harshly at her bouncing breasts. her hands wrap around my forearm as she scratches at my skin, doing the same thing to my back, digging for blood. I slam her hard and slap her breast in retaliation. her gentle breaths turn to heavy moans, and now finally to screams of overwhelming fire. We are both lost in this moment. The moisture of our warm breaths clinging to the gentle sweat glistening off our bodies. This painful act sticking to us in a beautiful way. and we take it further. I pull out, bring her toward me, and enter her open mouth. The pressure from her lips on the crown is over bearing, as her tongue cripples me. She moans and reacts well and treats me well as she sucks hard. I flip her over to her stomach and spank her a*s red as i enter again from behind. She is exhausted and keeps her head down for a while. I yank her mess of hair back toward me and spank her again. she tells me to say things, nasty things. "you f*****g love this don't you.. huh? you f*****g b***h.." something along those lines. soon exhaustion and the pretense of it all disappears. now there is only the want, and need for that moment. the moment of explosive release, when two beings being meshed together, at last converge and exist on a higher level. when the moments arrives, she turns.. out of the illusion of obligation, and perhaps out of want.. and waits with her open mouth in front of me, until i finish. She breathes heavy and the exhaustion over her body is apparent. it is lovely and glorious. i stand, grunting like an elder viking. the unpleasant sounds of a glutenous warthog. the filth and and necessity over now, we both return to a state of serene enjoyment. and i again revel in her mysteriously perfect figure. glad again for moments when two souls become adjoined in primal magic. © 2011 alan khanAuthor's Note
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