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Eclipse 1

Posted on August 2, 2011 by A.H. Scott

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Nude alongside him
I felt like a half moon kissing the setting sun
My eyes were closed and he asked me to open them
When I did, I melted beneath the gaze of his affection
He was so warm and wanting on this bed of desire we’d made
Smell of sweat and ecstasy filled the room
Silky left thigh rested atop his
I ran my fingers along his handle of love on the right side
He chuckled as I touched him, like a little kitten with a fluffy toy
Reaching behind my back, his hand reached those buns of joy
Now, I chuckled as a few pats of a melody began to play
Ocean blue was within view, as this house rested along the beach
Dusk made an alliance with a few stars in the sky
I started to tingle with every tap of that hand against my asset
Yet, he began to squeeze me like an accordion
Oh, being played ever so lightly by a man of sexual delight was nice
My body rolled away from this melody that he played and kiss him ever so lightly
I placed my hands on either side of his cheeks and cradled his face with my palms
We saw each other, bare and raw
In this moment, I wanted him inside of me
Nothing less, nothing more
Muscles on his body were well toned with care
Having him holding me in his arms made me quite aware
I laid beneath him, as he penetrated more than my flesh
He interrogated my soul with every insertion
My arms became like ropes holding him in place atop of me
Tighter and tighter I held on to him
Painted nails and fingertips left tiny impressions on this sensual swath of clay in my midst
He opened my carnal canal like a Gondolier along a waterway in Venice
Barely able to contain myself, I whispered something in his ear
“Stay”
A single word took his breath away
Inside of me he came
Like channeling a book title from Jacqueline Susann, “Once Is Not Enough”
Enough was never enough for a pair of passionate souls as we are
We made love until the morning sun began to ripen
I’d always thought it was just a passing fancy for he and I
Eclipse of doubt left through the billowing curtains and onward out to sea

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Eclipse 2

About The Author: Draped in freedom’s spirit, A.H. Scott is a sizzling scribe of unveiling sensuality. Residing in the Northeastern United States, this writer is armed with pouting pen of passion and pulsating digits pounding against keyboard. Between this lady’s manicured fingers, a snaggy stylus lacerates parchment and masticates digits against a misting keyboard towards a just climax literary longing. She’s a new voice and vision of fiction. who has been writing short stories and poetry ever since childhood.