Timeless Union
In missionary’s warm and classic frame,
Her body rests, his above the same.
She feels his weight, a comforting press,
His breath on her neck, a soft caress.
Each thrust a ripple through her core,
A steady rhythm she can’t ignore.
Her hands trace his spine, his warmth her guide,
In this embrace, where love resides.
The closeness fuels her rising heat,
A tender dance where two hearts meet.
Legs Entwined
Her legs wrap tight around his hips,
A shift that deepens as she grips.
She feels him fuller, a thrilling stretch,
Each motion sharp, each breath a catch.
Her pelvis tilts, a perfect fit,
Sensations spark where nerves are lit.
Her fingers clutch, her sighs take flight,
In this variation, pure delight.
Shoulders Bearing Ankles
Her ankles rest upon his shoulders high,
A bold exposure beneath his eye.
She feels the plunge, so deep, so grand,
A forceful wave from his command.
Her body bends, her limits test,
Each thrust a surge within her chest.
The stretch ignites a primal hum,
Her gasps escape, her senses numb.
Vulnerable yet strong she lies,
In this position, passion flies.
Elevated Arch
A pillow lifts her hips just so,
An angle new, a downward flow.
She feels his stroke ignite her flame,
A pressure sweet, a whispered name.
Her sweetest spot now takes the lead,
Each thrust fulfills a growing need.
Her moans crescendo, soft then loud,
In this adjustment, she’s unbound.
The lift refines their shared ballet,
Her pleasure blooms in bright array.
Winged Spread
Her legs flare wide like wings in bloom,
He holds them firm, fills all the room.
She feels the entry, slow and deep,
A tender pulse she longs to keep.
The openness, a daring gift,
Her power grows with every lift.
Her hands may reach or simply rest,
In this wide stance, she feels her best.
The rhythm sways, her heart takes wing,
A butterfly in passion’s spring.
Friction Dance
Aligned with care, their bodies sync,
His pelvis high, her edge to brink.
She feels the grind, a teasing rub,
Her clit alive, a pulsing hub.
Each thrust a spark, a growing fire,
Her breath turns sharp with pure desire.
Her legs entwine, pull him near,
In this sweet friction, bliss is clear.
The buildup hums, a steady climb,
Ecstasy shared in perfect time.
Sideward Clasp
They shift to sides, yet face to face,
A missionary twist with grace.
Her leg hooks over, soft and sure,
She feels him glide, both calm and pure.
The thrusts are gentle, deep, and slow,
A soothing tide, a loving glow.
Her hand caresses, chest or jaw,
In closeness, passion’s quiet law.
The intimacy wraps them tight,
Sensations bloom in softest light.
Inner Reach
He angles sharp, seeks depths unseen,
Her core alight, a hidden sheen.
She feels him tap a secret place,
A jolt of joy across her face.
Each thrust a call, a rich reply,
Her body sings, her spirit high.
The fullness grows, a trembling thrill,
Her voice escapes, she can’t keep still.
The depth consumes, her senses reel,
In this pursuit, all pleasures heal.
Knees Held Close
Her knees draw up, pressed to her chest,
A tightened space, a lover’s quest.
She feels the grip, the depth increase,
Each move a burst, a sweet release.
Her breath grows short, her pulse races,
Pleasure builds in hidden spaces.
Her hands may cling or sheets entwine,
In this tight fold, she’s all divine.
The angle sharpens every beat,
A climax fierce, a victory sweet.
Lingering Tease
In missionary’s base, he slows his art,
A teasing pace to stir her heart.
She feels each glide, deliberate, fine,
A tension coiled, a drawn-out line.
Her body begs, her whispers plead,
Yet he delays, plants passion’s seed.
The wait ignites a desperate ache,
Her senses bloom with each intake.
When release comes, it shatters through,
A flood of bliss, both old and new.
In this slow tease, her world expands,
A testament to loving hands.
OxonWoods Man 
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