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On The Cool Shore Of The Lake

Damp ground, leaves, gentle lapping of the water

A chill in the air awakens her, causing her to shiver

She pulls the blanket tighter around her naked skin

And nestles ever closer against her lover’s chin

He seems so peaceful laying there, his breath slow and deep

His eyelids fluttering slightly with a dream-enriched sleep

Perhaps he’s reminiscing about their lust-filled afternoon

Envisioning continuation long after the rising moon

She’d been on fire beneath his touch on that cool shore of the lake

Basking in sensations he’d offered her to partake

He’d lifted her to heights she’d never dreamed existed

Leaving her wondering how she could ever have resisted

His touch, his kiss, his attentive admiration

The words he’d whispered to her with such utter adoration

Languidly, she wraps her leg around his lower waist

And presses lips against his chest, relishing the taste

He rouses from his sleep beneath her gentle caress

Moves a hand to trace a line along the curve of her breast

Sensually, he whispers serenades of continuing desire

And with a touch manages to lift her arousal even higher

Until they are once more enveloped in a loving give-and-take

Rolling together beneath the blanket on that cool shore of the lake

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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Ample

(contributed by guest author Ramon)

Time for an admiring man to speak up,

Of the subtle beauties of the plump gal.

The woman with more, not less. What did Tom Wolfe say? (regarding architecture): “Less isn’t more, less is a bore”.

Her architecture draws me, and sets both heart and loins aflame.

The repeating curves: pleasurable to look at (and study), far more to handle and caress.

Better still, to grab, to press.   No frail petite china doll here, but robust, female and real.

Excess?  Sure, why want less

Than you can fit into a handful? (as the French say).  The efficient ‘European’ versus our American cult of More.

A famous (petite) Latina singer apologizes for her humble breasts.

I’ll take the mountain range.  A deep valley for hands, face, manhood.

By contrast, male on extreme female.  Kneel over me, ample bosom, soft and jiggly.

Anonymous turn-of-the-century Czech artist

Bigger gal with your broad magnetic hips and round bottom, sensuous and mobile. Not lazy in bed but energetic, at once hungry and generous, in line with the generosity of your body.  She gives more.

Silky contours, inside and out.  Enough to sink into, hands, teeth, and totality.  Explore it all, this vast land of love.

Not sinewy or sharp. No straight lines or angles; this is a gentle geometry of arcs.

The hesitant man’s fear: that the bigger woman needs a big man.

But she accepts her lover and is glad for his dedication. No need to fear her rejection.

She knows there are many ways to please, and be pleased.

A nibble of the toe, a kiss of the (dear!) double chin, a pluck of pink nipple.  A caress behind chubby knee, puddle on pillowy belly, the rub of plump thighs. All warmth and wetness. No need to hold back; she won’t.

A woman to be loved and cherished.  Give her all she deserves, and more.

Yes, More.

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Luxurious Waves

Languidly sprawled across crumpled sheets and tossed pillows,

Beads of sweat cooling on my still-tingling flesh,

I discover abstract patterns imprinted in the stucco ceiling above me,

Never noticed, until now.

I breathe in… and breathe out… replenishing my strength

Through thoughts that ebb to and fro in quiet, luxurious waves,

Evoking images of the sweet sensations bestowed upon me

Only moments before…

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