Which her lips speak softly
and my lips translate slowly.
We converse all night
with gentle whispers-
Which slowly grows
to a loud mutual understanding.

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Forget the moonlight, take out the candles
And throw away the perfumes.
Take me to the dark,
kiss a million goosebumps on my skin and
Let's travel a thousand full moons of orgasm
Clinging on to each other's body -
And never return from places we reach.

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There's something more sexier
Than her nakedness.
It's watching her sipping morning coffee
Beside our flower vase.
She looks at me with her kitty eyes;
Wearing the shirt I wore last night
With her collar button still open.

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There we were, waking up to the sunset beneath the coconut trees. Waves kept rumbling, syncing with the chimes of morning breeze. She smiled in her sleep and turned to the opposite side, feeling so lazy even to blush. I complemented her smile,though she didn't see it and brushed my cheeks against her sun tanned bums, dusting away the beach sand which spread over her skin. I couldn't see her. But she felt my tickles and I heard her giggles.

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There existed a horizon between our lips-
The one where sun dared to set
And nights feared to bloom.

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and I dare you to burn me down.
Because you'll watch me douse your heat
And quench your desires like never before.

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I remember the night we played this game for the first time. I took a dice and labelled kiss, touch, lick, smell, bite and rub over the numbers. I took another dice, and marked lips, hips, cheeks, navel, thighs and chest in place of digits. We took turns to roll them and explore the arousing permutations.Damn!That was a foreplay which lasted hours.

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That moment when your lips tremble and your eyes roll back,
And I know that I should seperate my lips from yours,
But you choose to force my lips agaist yours to kiss me harder-
I feel like taking you to the edge of the galaxy filled with pleasure
And kiss the hell out of you.

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She kept pushing me away, but didn't let me go. I watched my shirt buttons kissing the floor, while her fierce hands ripped my shirt apart. When she crawled up the bed like a cornered prey, her hands knocked the half-filled wine glass away. Before the glass shattered and wine spread the floor, my lips kissed her neck and her hiss filled the room. When she lifted her hip as I kissed an inch below her navel, I realised that tonight, I am gonna be the most intimate stranger alive.

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I remember the night we played this game for the first time. She lied on her lingerie with a blindfold covering her eyes, and hands tied to the bedpost. I remember drawing silly figures in her tummy with my finger tips. She felt it slow, and guessed it right. I remember drawing a boat with my fingers, and dragging it through her skin. I never removed her delicates; instead, I forced her bosom rings out, without unhooking her. I made circles with my fingertip over her nipples which were choking inside her bra. I sailed my finger down, feeling her curves, until my digits uncovered her folds, without removing her delicate. My fingers played a tune inside her pool, while my lips discovered new frequencies.

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