Amour’ and the Inamorata
By
Amir Timur

I have learned to gently lay my hands upon the soft places of a woman’s skin,
How to softly kiss her lips with such an easy passion.
Looking in her eyes watching as she folds gently in my arms.
Waiting for more stimulation not to quick but not to slow.
But with a flow that allows her to slowly lose control.
Before our sensuous and tantalizing love making begin.

Oh!~ Amour give me more take me in your arms of love and enjoy…
Slowly I ease you onto my bed watching you become more relaxed,
Anxious I often see the lady become in my hands,
In my grasp…
So delicate, easy and waiting for that intense passionate task.
Of giving you pleasure no matter the position…
I always find you wet and intense my inamorata,
Suddenly Our lovemaking begins to deploy.

Intensely you grab the sheets, as I gently kiss your inner the thighs,
Making each one wet, warm and soft.
Easing my way upward to your wetness…
To the place where you are pulsating.
I come closer and closer and you flinch even more.
I am now there I here you gently moan with a sigh of relief.
My lips and tongue take you in.
The sucking sounds begin to fill the atmosphere.
While my fingers lightly touch your breast,
My tongue now… deep…you…
You instantly explode with a joyful surprise.

Oh Amour I need you to come inside let me feel your heat,
Come my darling lover take me for the ride.
The position you are in I see you from behind…
Your wetness so revealing I ease slowly inside.
So soft, wet, hot and tight.
The initial penetration I can feel you grasping me just right.
We start out with a slow rhythm as you sigh with each stroke.
Eventually the rhythm picks up intensely and you are not letting go.
More movements…
My passionate thrust.
A little bit more my lover I can feel you are about to …
Afterwards just for a moment you collapse on the sheets.

Amour you will always be my Amour?
The stormy story of the Amore’ and the Inamorata,
Which are Love and Destiny…
Lovers no matter the storm.