A poetry of love making at its purest most sensual form. |
Hazel Eyes glow on button nose In the firey red sunrise. Nothing is softer and more pure than the warm embrace wrapped around one another. Button gives hazel a kissful glance as the floor escalates to 27 storied heights. What a fantastic memory of heated passion held by you my baby Buster Bubs. Settling deep into the bubbles of wet dreams we float. Running towards the black pinstripe hot topics, we caress. Imagining the two of us framed like that forever, makes my heart skip forth to greater heights. Could it be true? Let it be true, Hazel, my love, it is true. Wet towels bridge the gap to our suffering loins. Hazel crawls into the fuel of Button's gasping charm and writhes his way to Bare Neccessities. Seas of paws clasp their way to red nail marks on the backs of sweaty animal lust. Nothing ruins the urge to hurt in ecstasy. Sinfully, other roaming footsteps stomp to the sound of the creaky, squeak of Hazel's thrusts. But that cannot shake off his heightened sense of a new found reality. Lovely, sweet symphony of smells start to arise in the air like puffs of cinnamon sugar delight. This was like none other that Button's ever screamed before. A case of the chronic headache was a thing of the past. He was so much more than that. The thoughtful gentleman was pushing his pure, raging muscles to the maximum they allowed. Though, holding off a little, he felt was a neccessary means for survival. He didn't want to push too fast or for this lovely freedom to end. One more time he hoped Button would release that heavenly smell. She always knew how to point him in the right direction. The attraction, so fierce, came at flying speeds towards the exit. Colors began to take form in Hazel's eyes in the fierce weight lifting off his shoulders. Crawling to the end, the last drop let's itself loose inside Button. Collapsing to the soft, silky sheets we caress once more. And as the sun sets on Hazel's eyes one last time, The most breathtakingly, handsome relief takes over our entire aching bodies. Trembling, we sigh one last breath of sweet love, and rest one last time. |