Friday, March 23, 2007

Thrive

The feel of your chest beneath my hands
Warm, strong and lovely
I ride
Moving slowly, taking my pleasure
My head thrown back with breasts thrust forward
I rock
For a moment, I’m alone
A hand in my hair brings me back to you
A rough thrust
I shudder and collapse
My hair hides our faces
A kiss of awe and gratitude
I thrive

7 comments:

ArtfulDodger said...

Thriving is excellent, hope this means what I hope it means? :)

Annalis said...

Art - I'm not sure?? ;)

ArtfulDodger said...

Well, it sure sounds like things are still going well? Sorry about being mysterious, i got cut off before I could finish my thought. ;)

WDKY said...

I love sex with you. If you know what I mean x

Annalis said...

Art - yes, some 'things' are going very well...

wdky - i know exactly what you mean... ;)

ArtfulDodger said...

Oh good, see I thought so. :) Always thinking about you y'know and sending positive thoughts your way.

Trouble said...

fuck...I so miss sex.