Strawberry Dreams
 
 
The dream is realized as I watch your lips move over the strawberry.
I wait til you finish the sweet, red, succulent berry, then I move
quickly to kiss you deeply.
The juice and sweet taste of your mouth makes me moan with want.
I slide onto your lap, grabbing a strawberry and squishing it on my neck, the pink juices slipping down between my breasts.
The invite to taste me with the strawberry, blantant and painfully obvious.
Your lips hot on my skin, decadent tongue sends  me into a frenzy.
My body ripens under your mouth and hands, the Zinfandel warming us in more then one way. Warming the blood.. warming our moods.
I bite into your shoulder, my teeth grazing your flesh as I pull back slowly, your moans thrill me.
You tilt your head as I pour some wine on your neck,The chilled  liquid sending thrills over your body, before my lips drink the nectar from your shoulder, heating it gently.
I whisper into your ear, "I want you.."
You smile and take me..to places only gods should know.
Hours later, the wines warm, the strawberries gone...
The dream realized as your lips kiss me over and over.

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