Swift, lithe, and slippery, like a snake, whenever
I reached my hands to catch her, she slipped away,
provoking yet escaping me forever,
laughing and mocking in her happiness.
But as we played and I persued, whenever
our bodies in the tussle touched and clung,
she laughed - but not as innocently as before,
and blood rushed to my forehead like a wave.
Thus for a moment, as I seized her waist
and held her in my arms with fierce desire,
enslaving her slim thighs between my knees,
I knew her sweet surrender in my grasp
as her eyes glazed and her thin lips trembled:
and felt the woman within her awakening.
englishperv
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