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From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin)
Subject: Watching you for hours (poem mf cons sorta d/s ish)
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This poem she is mine, all mine - it is fairly innocuous by the standards of
this newsgroup, but if you don't like poetry or don't like sexuality then go
and enjoy elsewhere.  Repost as you wish but credit me with the work.  comments
would be most welcomed..

Watching you for hours τΏ~

There you, essence of beauty, silent lay.
Were you aware, that I was also there
Eyes flicker with every breath, so very fey
That face,  I do regard with tender care;
Across the room I walk to see your stir,
The sheet slides down revealing you to me,
That breathing tone increases to a purr,
And you begin to smile, happy yet free;
Your legs are barely spread, inches apart,
Shivers run through me, and make me lust,
Do I but dare adore your thighs, my heart,
And in your taking, waking you a must;
For I could sit and watch,
Watch you for hours.

Remember you so wrapped around my head,
I bend, to graze a finger on your breast,
You harden at my touch, your nipples red,
You thus react with me, even at rest;
I kneel besides your bed to glide my tongue,
A snail to trail down your belly smooth,
Tasting the tang of treasures yet unsung,
Licking and roaming right into your groove;
Continuing my moist, yet wicked way,
Up beyond your sensuous open thighs,
Touching, tasting, licking to the fray,
Conjure from you moans and frenzied sighs;
For I could sit and watch,
Watch you for hours.

Teasing you, I move to that moist mire,
To nestle happy 'tween the spreading hips,
And there amid  the apex of desire,
I press my mouth to your vaginal lips;
Seeing you awake, my travels cease,
The lips and fingers are within you still,
As you are roused and crave a new release,
I do desist to bend you to my will;
Groans and sighs of angst, I do ignore,
To kiss your wispy down, I will now go,
To trail down those calves forever more,
As you return to life, eyes blinking slow;
For I could sit and watch,
Watch you for hours.

Behind you now I squat and watch you turn,
Press to your cavern tight, each torrid inch,
You may be dry and hot enough to burn,
As I move into heat, you almost flinch;
With fretting fingers playing to your tune,
I seek to raise a pitch in your desires,
Stoke you so hard, withdraw perhaps too soon,
To plunge back once again to nether fires;
And on and on, I drive you to that end,
To finish, climaxing with sharp, sweet wails,
Then hold you in my arms, you sigh my friend,
And in the scent of you I will regale;
For I could sit and watch,
Watch you for hours.  

For owning you is always a pleasure,

Le Maitre MiraMalin


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