:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Monday, March 08, 2004 ::

Sunlight Afterglow

15,
12,
9,
6Â…
3 seconds left, IÂ’m holding my breath,
I want to touch your cheek, you tell me youÂ’ve had a rough week,
We have another drink and I think
“Are you really into me,
Or is that the liquor talking?”

But IÂ’m feeling tipsty too, so what do I do but
Scoot closer to you
And let the scent of your shampoo seep into my nose.
I donÂ’t want to impose in on your space,
But from that look on your face it seems you want to pick up the pace outside of this noisy party.
We still dance together for a while, and when you feel me stiffen
I see a smile as your hips gyrate in style
To this newest bump and grind song.

Back at your place,
IÂ’m entranced by your face, and as we finally kiss I taste my dreams of you coming true.
My skin shudders as your cool hands slide up my shirt,
I canÂ’t believe my hand is removing your skirt.
As we undress, we donÂ’t say a word,
Primal instincts and hormones
Take the reigns, all doubts of your interest totally wanes.

Our heartbeats are racing,
My fingers start tracing the curves of your
Silky smooth body.
I slide my fingers into you and find youÂ’re wetter than water,
And as you moan and tremble the room gets so much hotter.
I kiss you deep, and you sigh as I lick your lips,
And as I savor your taste you kiss me harder
By bucking your hips.

I slid into you before the condom wrapper hits the ground,
As the only sound in the room is our moaning as we begin to pound.
Sweat drips down in streams,
The windows fog with steam,
And we have the sex you have in your
Wildest dreams.

Your nails rake my back and you bite into my shoulder as I begin to rock,
Our hips grind synchronized in time,
On each tick,
On each tock.
You quiver inside as the tension starts to rise,
Friction between our thighs makes me want to cry out and verbalize my ecstasy,
But the words cannot congeal in my head as you feel
so
damn
good.

WeÂ’re both about to explode in a pure supernova of sheer rapture as you pull me in deeper with every thrust and all I can think about is your hand in my hair, your nipples against my chest, you screaming out how badly you want me to fuck you harder and faster as I thrust as fast as I can, sweat flying, and my mind burns white-hot as I can count down until that final sense shattering eruption 5 4 3 2 1Â….

And as I ascend to Heaven for a brief glimpse of paradise,
We see stars flash before our eyes,
This microcosm of pleasure between your thighs gets me high like
Hot cherry pJulyourth of july and I kiss you and sigh.

As we lose consciousness in each otherÂ’s arms,
Our energies spent,
The lovemaking done,
Our afterglow lights up the room like the sun.

:: Rick Kitagawa 11:41 AM [+] ::
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