A housewife yields to her needs... (Poem - free verse) |
In darkness she blooms, rising like the Phoenix from the ashes of the day. The good wife the mother swept away in the fires of passion controlled only by her need. Within her lies the seeds of self destruction… planted by years of neglect nurtured by a yearning thirst to be touched to touch. In the nameless night he finds her… lips meet, tongues dance in a symphony of lust… Her neck yields to the fiery kisses that flow down her body… igniting a candent heat in her… Teeth find aroused nipples and she groans in delight before pushing his head lower… Not a passive vessel, she moves to take his masculinity into her hot mouth… Feeling his tongue spread an inferno of heat as it finds her wet in anticipation, she finds intense pleasure in the feel of him sliding in and out of her mouth… His tongue moves lower, penetrating and stroking the sensitive opening of her anus… and she yields, allowing him entrance where no other has gone… His hands coaxing, his tongue moving, she gives into the pleasure and allows her orgasm to consume her senses…. Her mouth continues to coax him until she feels his cock begin to throb and she drinks of him… urging him to empty as she greedily swallows… The first hint of dawn begins to fade the darkness… The flower must close the Phoenix must return to the ashen day… but the fire does not die an ember burns banked in the darkness of her heart… waiting. Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my work... I'd appreciate it if you'd take a few more seconds and give me some feedback. Did you like it? Did you find it erotic... or cliched... or just too boring? Criticism and praise are both equally accepted. Thanks! |