Ducaine Thoughts Done in Poetry

Written by MacsLovlyAngl

I do not own Horatio/Calleigh. Just these thoughts of what I see.

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Three stories, the first being his thoughts. The second being hers. The last being theirs.

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Horatio's thoughts

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I watch her each day as she silently walks by, knowing in my heart she will soon be by my side.

In my fantasy, my dream, my only sweet love. That keeps me whole, as my life moves along.

Closing my eyes now I feel her whispered breath, telling me that she wants to love me with her sweet soft caress.

Feeling her hands as they now become wickedly bold, touching, petting my heated body once more.

Always she does this with passion, with flare. Knowing that in my dream she can live out her dares.

Leaning down now she whispers... "come handsom let's dance, lets enjoy this evening of our imagined romance."

Standing now she leads me to the center of the floor, as the music starts surrounding our hearts and our souls.

Bringing my hands to rest on her waist, we slowly move and sway as I can no longer wait to taste.

Her lips, her neck, her beautiful form, which will soon be lost with me once more along the Miami shore.

Pulling her close I can no longer resist, as I touch her lips in sweet heavenly bliss.

Hearing her sigh as our tongues touch and swirl, keeping rhythm in our dance as I allow her body to twirl.

Deeper I caress her as my hands slide up her form, reaching her shirt where the buttons are gold.

Undoing each one I can see her flesh waken with a glow, as I slide it from her arms watching it fall to the ground below.

Taking my fingertips I slide them up each side of back, reaching her bra as I undo each one of her clasps.

Standing before me now with her breasts fully erect, I can feel her orbs as they perk on my chest.

Bringing my hands back down to her waist, I unclip her pants while fighting the urge to take one taste.

Sliding them from her body along with her panties of black, so beautifullly naked as her head softly falls back.

Smiling with seduction, with desire and want. I realize she is teasing me, trying to playfully taunt.

My shaft, my organ, which is swelling with greed, waiting with great patients to finally be released.

Lifting her now I carry her to the desk, laying her upon it with her legs widely spread.

Sitting in my chair, I lower my lips to her heat, hearing her cry out as I begin to suckle her with greed.

Lost in the wickedness I'm feeding her soul, as my tongue plunges deep, swirling around her core.

Adding my fingers I slid them deep within, loving her with both in erotic sweet sensual sin.

Bucking wildy I know she's ready to pour, as I remove my fingers and suckle her orgasm once mroe.

Standing above her now I release my throbbing shaft. Placing the tip on her opening, finally at last.

Looking into our eyes of emerald green and sea blue, no words are now needed as I plunge her anew.

Dying in her passion, as her walls kiss and clench, releasing another orgasm on my shaft that is now drenched.

No longer able to hold back, I rock her with greed, feeling my shaft ready to release its sweet seed.

Calling her name now, I pull her up to come face to face, kneading her breasts as I no longer can keep pace.

Whispering I'm ready she smiles, tossing her head back with ease, crying out..."fill me, please Horatio, give me your seed."

Wild now I hold her hips nice and tight, making sure she doesn't move as my seed begins to take flight.

Feeling the warmth, she rakes her nails down my back, telling me without words that I've loved her with sweet romance.

Quietly neslting our sighs and purrs fill my office once more, along with our aura as my shaft remains in her sweet core.

Then I hear the softness of her whispered words like the wings of a dove . "Thank you handsom for our lovely dance of love."

End