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A poem written a while ago. |
Set the mood, flickering candles, and soft amorous light. Two bodies one intention, equal lust sums up the night Touching, feeling tasting Caressing, kissing, embracing, Hours, minutes, seconds, pass by. But time isn’t of the essence Hardly realizing its presence As hands wander, explore cause verbalizing of sensuous words Eye to eye and lips to lips, see and feel the soul. Losing it, yet having all of it, control The want becomes a need Off of flesh the body must feed A hunger purely carnal Satiate it with desires Or it will burn within Al that is lascivious will replace that which is human Physiques tightly pressed together Yet still not one Suppressing sweetest fervor It more than sex its making love Whispering sweet nothings composed of yearning Before the waiting is overall the tension leaves the air Intoxicated with ecstasy no longer sexually sober Dripping sweat, dragging nails, moans begging for more Pulling hair, biting necks, deeper and deeper Intertwined, interlaced, each in unity Breathing hard, climax building, strongly craving Don’t stop keep going This moment is a glimpse of earthly heaven Hold on tight and don’t let go Backs arch, muscles clench, bodies’ rock to and fro Shivering, shuddering, come down from blissful high Coming down into open arms This isn’t sex, its making love. |