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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Romance

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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Romance

Making Love (18+)

Making Love (18+)

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The sun has gone down, 

And the land is dark. 

The moon behind the clouds, 

In the shape of a heart.

The orchestrated sound

Of the creatures at night.

Shadows are found, 

Dancing in the moonlight.

Won't you squeeze me gently?

Engulf me in your love. 

I think that Heaven sent me, 

On the wings of a dove.

Undressing and caressing, 

Bodies entwined.

Two hearts, Two souls, 

One body, One mind. 

No longer bound by what's

Wrong and what's right.

Love is profound when

You're holding me tight. 

The distortion of reality, 

Time belongs to us.

The colour of our energy, 

Kaleidoscopic dust.

As if by some polarity, 

Opposites attract.


You enhance the heat in me,

My senses react. 

The moon shines its light

On us, gleaming off the skin.

As if the stars encourage

Our lovemaking to begin.

Guided by the carnal hand,

Powerful, yet unseen.

The beauty of the swelling

Gland, wet and glistening.

Hypnotizing rhythm teases,

Calling for release.

Paralyzed, the size increases, 

Hold on tight to me.

For a fragment of a second

The universe seems to pause.

No criticising judgement made

According to our flaws.

Finally surrendering, 

Now succumb to ecstasy.

For this moment, you are free.

Souls in perfect harmony. 


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