kabbalahboy

The Forest(c)
by me

Walking through a forest with no one about,
My love on my arm, there is no doubt,
We are going to do something new,
Something naughty,
Something few,
Would actually do.

We find a quiet, solitary place,
A place to be alone,
To face,
Each other in love and lust,
In harmony and happiness,
In solitude and grace.

We stat with a kiss,
Soft at first,
Then ever more sensual,
Ever more joyful,
Ever more sexual.

We do not embrace,
Just zip down our pants,
And begin against the tree,
One standing, one on his knees.

We switch positions and places,
We feel the freedom on our faces,
We bring our bodies together and start the dance,
We move around the tree, as if in a trance.

We groan and whisper as we get closer to our goal,
We c hange our positions as our bodies mold,
One into the other, and with every thrust,
We enjoy each other and our common lust.

Her orgasm is long and wet,
It comes with a howl and a scent,
It sprays all over me from the inside,
It make my cock glisten and glide.

I take my turn,
I explode with pleasure,
I feel the heat of our lust with great measure,
As she sucks me clean and tastes us both,
she smiles with ecstasy from the froth.

We kiss again, hot and wet,
and again with both tongues,
Moving about like angry serpents.
We finally get dressd,
And know that we are bound by this day in the forest.