Don Juan Tenorio

We have made love in this room for hours now,
With the windows closed, and the curtains drawn.
There is an unmistakable odor about this room.
A scent of passion, the scent of a woman in the throes of passion.
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I love to look at your behind,
And I love to touch it with my hands.
Firm and springy so very fine,
It's simply the best in all the land.
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Long beautiful legs, around my neck,
Bringing me in to your secret place.
So like a bird I start to peck,
And I feel the moisture on my face.
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I kiss your neck and work my way down,
I stop on your breast, and then southward bound.
I stop at your navel listening to your sounds.
And start again working my way down.
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I was sitting at McRonalds eating some eggs,
When I spotted something between her legs.
It was dark and hairy and smiled at me,
With a vertical smile that I could see.
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My favorite past time has always been,
Caressing your breasts, from beginning to end.
First one then the other, taking turns,
Licking them gently as your body burns.
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I look at you framed, in the morning light,
I've never seen a more beautiful sight.
Standing by the window in your panties of blue,
Filmy and transparent, that I can see through.
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I need your hot body next to me,
Keeping me warm at night.
Your breasts so firm that I can see,
Them even without light.
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They say you are easy, but that isn't true.
It takes lots of hard work, just to get to you.
It takes lots of work, to unstrap your brassiere,
Or slide down you panties, past your cute little rear.
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Laying with you, on my bed,
Soaked in sweat, and completey spent.
Hours of love making flash through my head,
But it doesn't look like I've made a dent.
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My hands on your hips,
Bringing you in and out again.
Admiring the curvature of you back,
Your long coal black hair falling to the sides.
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Your mouth, entices.
Your eyes say yes.
Your breast swells with breath,
And I must confess.
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What is love?
I do not know, what love is.
I know what lust is.
I have never loved a woman,
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Your breasts through that filmy negligee,
The dark areolas standing out,
Against your white skin.
The firmness of your skin, around them,
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Hot torrid sex in the afternoon,
With the a.c. broken in your motel room.
Banging away making holes in the wall,
On the edge of the bed threatening to fall.
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Too many guests at your house,
When you beckoned from the stairs.
So as quietly as a mouse,
I walked off unawares.
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I can see your nipples,
Through that mesh shirt.
And your sending ripples,
To me, you little flirt.
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I have loved you,
And I can taste you on my lips.
I can smell you still,
I can taste your sweetness.
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I love the way you play the flute,
The way it goes into your mouth.
The way you pucker your lips to blow,
Your tongue swirling around it.
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You left your panties,
In my car last night.
Right there on the dashboard,
Out in plain sight.
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