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Rated: GC · Poetry · Adult · #1812449
... and yet the heat I’m feeling isn’t from the weather. A Sensual Moments Entry
The Gift


The sunlight warms the air as we stand together
and yet the heat I’m feeling isn’t from the weather.
You melt into my arms and, as I hold you tight,
we cross a line without concern for wrong or right.

The touch of skin on skin whispers in the light
and assures me with its sound that all will be alright.
We speak a silent language, oft more felt than heard,
that communicates our feelings without a spoken word.

I feel you pressing into me, the smoothness of your skin
inflames all of my senses and I can’t contain within
the passionate desires that your presence has set free.
It is a wondrous gift that you have given me.

The softness of your lips as they welcome me anew,
invite my ardorous response as I flow into you.
My lips on neck and hand on breast invoke a passioned chant
and as my hands move lower, you begin to pant.

I listen to love’s music, made as you implore,
and slide into the warmth of you, free at last once more,
to seek a joyous melding, more than flesh, and not to cease
until the journey’s end – an ultimate release.

In the quiet aftermath, time resumes its normal pace
and as we hold each other, standing face to face,
I rediscover all the wonders found in your love anew
and find peace in the arms of the gift that’s you.


Notes
An entry for round 3 of "Sensual Moments, Vol. 9
Prompt: Picture
Word Count: 242

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Ken
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