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The sun is shining down
casting waves of heat off of the lake.

I take your hand
and lead you along the shore,
our toes digging into the warm sand
as we walk.

I lead you over to rocks
that jut out into the water,
and we slowly make our way
through the gentle waves
until we pass the rock
and are alone,
waist deep in the water.

You press me into the rock,
your lips seeking mine
and my hands caress your back
as your hand slips inside my bikini bottom
and you feel my wetness.

I wriggle my hips
as you slide my bottoms off
before removing your own.

Your cock is hard,
and I feel it press against me
as you pick me up.

The cold water caresses my ass
as you enter me,
and I gasp as I move up and down in your arms
riding the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

We cum together, our cries
masked by those of the seagulls
circling above.

You carry me to the rocks,
kissing me before helping me ashore.

Nature is beautiful.

 

 

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As I look at my reflection in the mirror on the wall
I think it’s not quite accurate, and doesn’t show it all.
I see the solemn vestiges of life that’s now gone by,
Sometimes at speeds that bend the rules and make me wonder why.

All the wrinkles forming on my brow are from much more than age,
They come from things that happened and from them I try to gauge
The worry and the pain I’ve felt, and also all the joy,
The life and love and happiness that nothing could destroy.

In my eyes I see reflections of the times when love was new,
When all I really wanted was to be caressed by you.
I’d feel your arms around me and your cock pressed in my back
And we’d make love with the mirror watching, never keeping track.

You are often there behind me, although sometimes I’m alone
And your eyes roam down my body and then venture to your phone,
At other times I feel strong arms around me yet again,
I close my eyes and lean in close and feel no chagrin.

I think my true reflection is more like that in a lake,
Its surface still and calm and yet below prepares to wake,
The wind blows, causing ripples and I see myself distort,
My features meld and blend into a rather confused sort.

My fingers break the surface and I open up my mind
like a flower craving sunlight as I leave all this behind.
When the water stills I see myself look back into my eyes,
And I know that things will turn out better than I can surmise.

 

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