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Moon Madness
by A.J.Heard
In the woodland quiet, a moon drenched glen
An altar like rock marks the middle
Your naked body glows in the soft white light
a beacon for me
as I enter slowly from the deep shadows
picking my way carefully over the rough ground
till standing in the middle, before you
my nakedness, for you
your pleasure
your.......ease
A willing sacrifice
to assuage your moon madness
and this hot madness of my own
Tentatively you reach out
gently touching one peaking nipple
as if you are not sure I am real
not a figment of your moon yearning
but the heat radiating from my body
as it arches forward
and the soft moaning I make
convince you I am real
by whatever wondrous means I am real
and I am there with you
Wrapping one long arm around my waist
you pull me close
our bodies touch
sending up small sparks of arousal
like fireflies surging
through the dark night of our nervous systems
Raising my head
I look into your eyes
as pulling your head forward
our lips touch
Passion blossoms
with the touch of a tongue
circling
rubbing
sucking
soft bites
My hands exploring
your tiny nipples
in their nest of crisp black hair
as your hands pull my hips tighter to you
your hardness a rigid length
pressing into the softness of my belly
creating hot, wet currents lower down
I want you
to take me, now
standing
or leaning against this rough rock
but you hold yourself back
the better to increase my heated want of you
inciting all my deepest passions
spilling over in their need to be expressed
writhing and moaning
for your touch
for our completeness
the connection of your firm masculine measure
to my yielding feminine depth
Pushing me back against the alter like shape
>my legs trapped between yours
your rigid length between the apex of my thighs
sliding yourself
back and forth
in the heated wetness of my swollen pouty lips
Heat rising, hips restless in their movements
small bud, awake, aware bundle of sensitive nerves
long stroke rubbing against
feeds the fire
as I cry out
holding you tight in my spasms of pleasures' release
Kisses hot and deep
your fingers in my hair
pulling my head back
trailing kisses down my neck to my breasts
hot mouth suckles my aching, turgid points
insistent longings building up from within me
Urgency
to feel you deep inside me
wanton whimpering
as whispering hotly into your ear
I tell you of my burning need
Kneeling down you pull me to the ground
a soft patch of thick moss, grey in the moonlight, is to be our bed
Turning me gently onto my stomach
your large warm hands
caressing my hips and butt
as you part my thighs with your knees
my back arcing in anticipation
of your entrance
drenched and aching muscles
aching from clenching at emptiness
waiting
I turn my head
looking over my shoulder
I can see you
head bowed
as if in prayer
Bowing my own head
teeth gritted in wanton frustration
I moan as heat surges through me
centring in all my distended, blood engorged and sensitive parts
and you enter
in one hard thrust
sending me over the edge crying out your name
you and I together
tumble through passion's oblivion.
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