1. My Improper Affair With Grace


    Date: 9/12/2017, Categories: Love Poems, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Grace’s charms I try to resist, I really, really do, it’s true. But Grace’s slender fingers touch Graceful and gentle on my wrist. My adulterous eyes gaze on Grace from afar Trying weakly not to stare Trying weakly not to want I fail miserably: she’s my guiding star. Grace’s carnal attraction is intense She’s passion: I fear being closer She’s passion: I fear a second touch Her orbital pull is so immense. Grace’s green eyes draw me in, Her salacious fire burns brightly, Gold flecks sparkle, twinkle and wink, She wants more of Cupid’s hot sin. Grace glides across the gleaming floor, Flowing emerald dress delightfully draped, Brunette hair up, a stray strand loose, I’m near manic for so much more. A fleeting glance over her shoulder, Grace furtively checks the crowded room, With covert glances I check it twice. Should this lover act bolder? She’s now alone for sure, I slide forward in my vexed pursuit, Following the perfumed trail Of Grace’s beauty granted pure. The inconvenient husband gone, Grace’s heart is racing; she’s greedily waiting My pounding heart Grace’s cadence keeps, “I’m coming!” My delicate sweet bonbon. Alone we desperately collide inside the room, Her candied kisses completely corrupt me, Our tangled tongues mangle wild passion Our love, a green fuse, does ...
    bloom. Dropping in avid angst to my knees, Trembling fingers lift Grace’s green drape, Hungered lips kiss her; make her purr, My teasing tongue does finally please. Gorgeous Grace arches and groans, Craving male hands grip her taut ass, A crazed tongue licks, strokes and pokes, Louder and louder Grace graphically moans. “More!” Grace does yearningly implore My taunting tongue teases, darts madly She shudders and whimpers demure A noise? The clatter of a rattled door? Are we two entwined illicit lovers caught? Grace’s fearful green doe-eyes Fly suddenly gracefully wide, We both feloniously hope not. Two nervous lovers wait, two nervous lovers pause Her panting pussy waits wet, Grace silently drips nectar sweetly; I listen Lust is our sole lover’s cause. Soon silence rules the room again So I make my final frantic attack. Grace grimaces and groans: she comes! We cannot conceive to abstain. The force drawing us is strong Two lovers who cannot stop We fuck every chance we get Together we perilously belong. Grace gallantly gathers her things A wistful gentle touch to my cheek Sad green eyes do reluctantly depart Separating always gravely stings. Grace smiles coyly: I die! Her soft haunting laugh diffuses A squeezed hand her trifle left The door closes. Grace withdraws. I cry!
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