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Old 10-11-2013, 02:00 PM   #63
Scots_On_The_Rocks
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Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
 

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"Rendezvous Part: 1"

Door clicking
Shut
Behind us

Deafening
In the silent darkness

Outdone
Only
By the sound
Of our laboured breathing

Soon
Finding myself
Pressed
Against the wood door

Lips
Savage
Upon my own

Fingers
Tearing
At my shirtfront

Quickly moving
Pinning her
Against the door
Assuming
The “Upper Hand”

Taking hold
Of wrists

Held above
Her head
Firmly

Kissing her
Roughly
Then
Pulling back

Mustering
Every ounce of
Patience
I have

Finally
Releasing
Her hands
Moving my own
To
Her shoulders

Keeping
Her pressed
Against the door
Pinioned by my hips

Sliding
The fabric of her jacket
From
Her shoulders

Letting
It slide
To the floor

My lips
Returning
To
The oasis
Of hers

Drawing
The longest drink
From
Their depths

Placing my hands
At the front
Of her blouse

Slowly

Drawing the buttons
Through
Each
Buttonhole
My fingers
Tracing
Along the edge
Of
The fabric

Teasing
The skin
Revealled

Feeling my heart
Pounding
Like a Jackhammer
Beneath
The confines
Of
My rib cage

The rhythm
Echoing
The thunder
Outside

Her hands
Go
To
My waist

Trying
To
Pull me
Closer

The only way
I could be
Closer
Is
To
Be Buried
Deep
Inside her
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