Erotic poetry |
'I want you,' he said. No coverup for his desire. 'I want you To taste all of you Every sweet inch of your skin Every hidden aching part of your body Every delicious juicy morsel of you.' He licked his lips. 'I want you,' he said. Warming to his subject. 'I want you To smell all of you Every particle of perfume you wear Every layer of your womanly aroma Skin deep and yet deeper, the odour of your core.' He breathed me in. 'I want you,' he said Gazing intently. 'I want you To see all of you Every valley and curve of your body Every shadow and light of your desire As it plays across you in ecstasy.' He devoured me. 'I want you,' he said Suddenly overwhelmed. 'I want you To touch all of you Every part of your being From your skin to your mind, heart and soul As you tremble your delight, your desire. And when you have seen and known for yourself That I will never tire of Discovering you, Peeling you from one erotically loving moment To another That all I am I desire to pour into you As the sublime pinnacle of ecstasy Then will you know.' He stopped abruptly. 'I want you,' he said. And who am I to deny him? |