by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Friday, November 21, 2003
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It starts in a secret angle,
hand-felt and pressed, progresses
to skin touches sent out, listings
and groans tower into self, passionís
fashions of hands and mouth senses
defenses purged, squirms about;
breathing has hardened, coreís heat
aches to be shaken, shift the movement,
searing white-hot! Relent not!
It slows with moaning softening,
clenching fast, relinquish the victory,
release in smiling and stretchings.
And it ends in satiated angles, on top of the sheets.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/21/03
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|Reviewed by Robin Spicer
|Passion and sensuality so nicely put.
A well written piece.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This was an unexpected nice little bed and breakfast!Enjoyed it much Erin!;-)|
|Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore
|indeed so. very nice...|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Erin, very satisfying.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most beautiful yes!!
|Reviewed by Libby Stone (Reader)
|Let the imagination soar....beautifully written Erin.
|Reviewed by Crystal-Rain Love
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|a beutiful write. nice job.|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Beautifully written, excellently sensual and lovely,
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Had to see what all the moaning was about....|