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Rough and Smooth
Rough and Smooth Rough and Smooth It was of the rough and smooth Of those things you did approve Those which would bring you sensual pleasure Those we would practice at our leisure A kiss on lips still dry which roughly grip Blame the heat of the day as in tongue smoothly slip The kiss extend and held and breathless be How we grab for next breath so roughly The smoothness as hand caressing<b> strokes </font></b>your skin On your neck hairs pop up as if lifted with a pin The swirling sensation deep inside smooth and rough The softness of the skin around the callous tough The feel of grain of the wood of the bench on which you lie The smooth release as deep inside slip and you a coeur cry Softness of the towel with which rubbed down after shower Contrast with memory of rough thicket in our bower Outside and in we take the rough with the smooth Use words in loving which in other times we would not approve Harder deeper stronger wanton cries to break silence As if we would shake the world with this consensual loving violence Slap of our bodes rocking hard against each other A thrust in deep and then another and then another How more sensitive ever we do grow Till palm of hand can feel rough in loving know Clit lightly sucked a pandemonium of senses scraped No longer rough nor smooth our perspective has escaped The carpet under knees we feel not rub us raw Heat and juices flood from deep inside soft core Breathless stretched and reaching we rush to complete Climb this final peak without the breath to speak Against each other the smooth and rough embrace Again we reached beyond rough and smooth in our chase Our smiles are free and tender caresses we share A hundred thoughts and a hundred touches to show we care. |
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Johnson9, when in consent, the choices can, be as consented.
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Author51....and then there is the solace of recovery....
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2/8/2022 4:00 pm |
pain and pleasure can be so aroiusing
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Water droplets Honey The brush of a flower petal The roughness of leather An unshaved face The ground beneath Is all rough and smooth When dancing we together In loving begin to move.
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