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My love ,you might have a flare for morbidity
You might lare on absurdity
The stroke of love engulf the flare
By then you lare and seek to fly

They might think tis business as usual
Let us devour our victim
But the web of love is not casual
It has got its own dictum

She left without a comment
Her booty shake waved at me
In a manner that neutralized my torment
I cannot say she is mean

She left without looking back but she was running like she wanted to escape an attraction. She never let me see her eyes because she knew her eyes would betray her emotion.

I woke up at 5 am and felt cold on my groin. There was no morning wood as usual. I touched my pajamas and it was sticky and wet. I asked what happend? Wet dream?yes! I got the play back. I was in alone in a lonely beach under the gaze of the moon that was generous enough to smile at me. few couples were there doing heaven knows what. All I could hear were giggles, moans and deep breathing. Besides those and aerosmith's 'I don't wanna miss a thing' that was sipping in from the closest bar, everywhere was quiet including the waves. I was a lone but wished she was there with me. Wished i could hold her close to feel her warmth and let feel my breath. I wished we could have held hands and got lost with waves of the sea. I closed my eyes in deep thought, I felt a nudge but no one nudged me, then a kiss but no one kissed me. Then i opened my eyes there was she standing but not close enough to have nudged or kissed me. Was that a kind of telepathy? makes no meaning anymore, my heartthrob is here nothing else matters. She began to move towards me. I stood up from the sand to make sure it was her. She was wearing a short skirt that exposed her sexy legs, her legs were scintillating as they reflected the rays from the moon. Looking at her chest revealed a top cleavage that expose a bit of her 32B boobs. her belly button was visible and sure she was fitter than beach volleyball players. I was transfixed in her beauty that I did not know she was moving until her lips were an inch away from my mouth . . . .

. . . while the music stopped The moon began to frown. The moon's smile disappeared. Darkness descended but that was not to last she smiled and lit up my live again. For others it might be dark, but for us it was paradise. Then the waves seemed have been woken up from their slumber. My princess seem frightened. she looked and at me and her fear disappeared. She melted into my hands, her soft succulent lips barely touching mine, my hands enjoyed the warmth and softness of her bare back as I tried to pull her as close as possible. Her full and pointed breast were locked in a game of wits with my chest, my right was in between her legs. It looked liked we were dancing salsa but no music was heard. I nimbled her lips and caressed hair and I kissed her passionately. Kissing her neck she emitted a moan that increased the activity of thirdleg. I realised by now that she was wearing nothing under her short skirt as her warm wet pussy rubbed against my bare thigh. She was wearing no bra. She pushed my head to her chest . . . . .

. . . . . . the moans were now increasing in intensity owing the effort of my lips on her nipples. She was so much aroused that even though her hands were limp, she could manage to unbutton my shorts her hands inside my boxers, she played with furious dck. As she was direction my dck to his pussy I suddenly woke up . The tape has ended, it was rather sour. I wished I did not waked. Realising she was not there with me was painful to me. I tried to go back to sleep but wishes are not horses.

If she could use the X-ray of the soul
And mirror that reflects the state of the heart
she could see her image on the wall
carved with the greatest skill in art

Jamo walks in annoyed and quips, 'what is all these'

The 'husband' notices and became curious
Surprised he just realised the love triangle
I know he will be furious
But I see it from a different angle

Hope he does not harm the innocent soul or he will have me to deal with.

...to be continued