She lay naked and unashamed waiting upon him.
The breeze brushed her breasts and across each limb.
His loving was the source of so much pleasure...
His touch was erotic and at the right measure.
She knew no one would approve of her seductive lover,
so their loving was kept secret and undercover.
The passion and love for her that was in his eyes
and the deep pulsing between her thighs,
overcame all other worries or thought.
The right for them to love, someday, would be fought.
He came to her, as he always did.
Her love for him, plainly, was not hid.
He lay his hands upon each of her breasts
and lowered his lips to their tightened crests.
Passion swept all other thoughts away.
Thinking was something to do another day.
All she wanted now was to feel him inside...
this was a feeling she wouldn't be denied.
His caresses and strokes upon her skin
could be felt by her very deep within.
By the time, he was buried inside her deep,
she was writhing with desire that couldn't keep.
The volcano blew! the skies were ripped assunder!
Both of them were filled with a sense of erotic wonder.
Each time they met, their love grew stronger...
and each time they loved, the pleasure was longer.
Let the world mock them and their love deride!
From now through eternity, She'd be by his side.
They would share this and the next life's journey...
for he gave new meaning to the expression "feeling horny".

*Sorry, I couldn't help it. ;) Silver

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