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Mar 21, 2001
Los Angeles
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It was at the intersection of time and opportunity we found ourselves
Destined to be the perfect 24, we were two twelve’s -
Counted from a period in our lives that was leading up to this -
A jar of cocoa butter and moments of naked bliss
She lay forward on her belly unveiling a marvelous revealing
Her beautiful back and *** are exposed and facing the ceiling
Leaving me with a stare on my face before coming back to my senses
For the skin I’m about to touch feels as good, if not better than warm water rinses
Anxious fingers skim the top layer of cocoa butter that’s been undisturbed
Breaking the virgin layer of soft scented white chocolate gelatin with actions undeterred
Deliberate and on purpose is the surplus of anticipation
With the massaging of her back crossing the line of infatuation
It was a moment that my carnal urges were led astray
Converging with a willingness to rub and relax her tensions away
This wasn’t so much a stolen moment as it was a time of delicate duty
It was an opportunity, a jar of cocoa butter, and her back and booty

I put my oiled palms to her back and booty and proceeded with a measured stride
And felt the tension in tense muscles that were impossible to hide
Loosening up a lady who loves lingering relaxation
With fingers oiled and aching to touch this woman of fascination
Phalanges firmly feeling the muscles in her back and her behind
By design she melts like the cocoa butter in these fingers of mine
As she lay forward on her stomach with arms folded and her head to the side
This was our time, our moment … our place to abide
Surrounded by four walls, in the bed of our consummation
We convene in a congress of sorts, cogitating and consultation
In a conversation, not spoken with words as such
But in a dialogue understood by the talk of touch
My cocoa buttered hands oiled and ready to touch every cranny and knack
Anxious is she for me to put my hands on her *** and back
Ready to coat her back and butt with a cocoa butter’s sheen
And rub away any tension that’s there to make her mean

Cocoa butter fingers ran the length of her back and booty
As she loosened up and gave me more of herself to moments that were to be
One second bleeding into the next as time would gently pass
I’m straddled on the back of her upper thighs just below the base of her ***
As I’m rubbing her body down, my attention is victimized
By a full and voluptuous *** that has me hypnotized
I knead it like a baker handling dough, without confidence shed
With an experience better to me than the smell of fresh backed bread
The aroma of cocoa butter permeates our quarters as if not yet -
The dominant scent in our space is that our hot chocolate
Underscored by glandular signatures unmistakable to love making connoisseurs
Pheromones to catalyze the actions of love making doers
I can smell her ‘center piece’ as it calls in scents, nice and warm
Kind of the way bees are called to arms as they amass in a swarm
Olfactorial familiarity of such things jog my sense of smell
Taking my mind to a place inside of her that I will soon dwell

With my hands to her back and booty we establish a sensual union
With fingertips on her spine we’re having tactilian communion
Exploring her physique like the conquistadors explored the everglades
Spreading butter on her behind and the small of her back … up to her shoulder blades
Like expert fingers to a piano, I touch and she responds with proficiency
Hands on well placed parts of her frame – anesthetized – she sufficiently -
Calms down like palms downed and humbled by hurricane force winds
Writhing and slithering to the touch in a way in which no one pretends
“Umm hmm” is the hymn she hums as I oil her body down
With hands made for just such a moment I rub and massage the noun -
That is the body feminine, and warm, and soft
That begs me to proceed in frequency and in oft
I thumb press the muscles in between her scapula and spine
The symmetry of which makes me comment to myself “how divine”
Working my way down to plump and pretty butt cheeks that are craving to be handled
Already unclothed like pedicured feet that are beautifully un-sandaled

Her back and booty are the manipulatives with which my fingers play
Handling and molding her frame as if it were sculptors clay
And with the slow churning of her hips exposing her pleasure zone
I spread her cheeks, and insert a ‘plaything’ of my own
As the almond slit of her ***** peeks through beckoning gluteal lobes
I feel the inclination of natural urgency to implant my complementary probe
Where upon penetration, the sensation of moving past labial walls exhilarates me
Maneuvered and mounted, coupled in coitus with ecstasy that awaits me
The feel on the down stroke is what sets my satisfactions ablaze
With subsequent motions that never cease to amaze
As the sound of feminine grunts softly rise to my ears
Having morphed into a formidable **** from which neither of us veers
And just as bees go to colors that have tints of violet
My hands are on her waist and my hips on auto-pilot
As I pump, bump and grind into the well of her depths
We stir up a rhythm so that we synchronize the taking of deep breaths

Her back and booty is my focus as I merge with my lady friend
Penetrating lush labial lavishings time and again
Face down and *** up is her posture all the while I am employing -
Age old techniques of coitus of which she’s very much enjoying
I am now her rain cloud, as sweat falls from my pores
Dew drops hitting her back and booty, salting one of many scores –
Of moments of ecstatic movement, feel and orgasmic reprieve
Having the mad passionate sex as had by Adam and Eve
I’m riding her back like a naked horseman on a horse in galloping stride
Holding on to my baby as we take each other for a ride
Heaving and heavy breathing, relieving much stress
Yin and Yang are in perfect balance while I’m embedded in my seductress
Her ***** feels so **** good as I watch her arch her spine
Not to mention the cushion that is her soft and [now] well oiled behind
That is the pillow of prominence which provides and added diversion
Smacking it with the front of my body is this, our sexual excursion

Holding firmly an area between her back and her booty
Holding her fast, as she recoils back into me
As I smack her *** with my pelvis, which makes her backbone slip
Amongst the jolting and the jostling, she’s biting her bottom lip
She says “**** me harder” and I oblige her request
With the arch in her back I just couldn’t contest
I surrender – as does she – to moments of primal lust
As our bodies smack together in a desperate moments must
Sounding as if someone’s smacking the bottom of a jar to get to the contents inside
Our need for ejaculatory release is so great our bodies collide -
In a series of repeated collisions that jars her frame
Causing her *** to bounce and wiggle like jello on a shaky table – without shame
Pushing ourselves to limits and boundaries to which we’re spent
To experience a release that has to be heaven sent
As our erogenous areas rub each other the right way noting can take its place
She clutches the bed sheets with both hands, as I don a grimace on my face

With her back and booty moving in tandem the actions of intercourse are slick
She is the proverbial flame on the end of my candle stick
As we both year, burn and churn on a doggy-style kick
I’m making love to her *****, and she’s making love to my dick
The mutual masturbation that is called sexual intercourse
Carries with it a compulsion that is the driving force
Of me holding on to her hips as I extract honey from her hive
Along with the way that she’s moving her ***, making me glad to be alive
We move together like a machine well tuned and synchronized
Clothed only in our skin and attached at the genitals our actions seem to rise -
To another plateau as she begs for one last nut
And I oblige as I hold her hips, and spy her back and her butt
I feel familiar spasms and I begin to call her name
So in synch in purpose she starts to feel the same
In simultaneity we nut, culminating in orgasmic- ejaculatory bliss
And as I lay next to my baby, I’m still rubbing the back and booty of this musing miss

Written by: K-JiO
© 2009
awesome ...Brother garlicsalt99 in light of it all we love to see the deeper version
but to post a link in every post you would have to be an Premium member to do so
this is a violation of rule #5

With that said i do ask that you not add anymore links with your poetic art of creation
we love what you bring and do but a rule is a rule brother

Thank you in Advance


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