Oh to taste lips of raspberry wine,
the moment passion
might sweep inside
Oh to know the essence
of her touch
in the moonlit serenade
her gasp direct me.
Oh to wonder the sensual
nature of passion,
when unbridled a society
allows two lovers
to own magical lives as one.
In that moment,
the wetness lips found,
a gasp, a shudder, hands in caress,
will in sudden pull,
find each other.
It is when I can travel,
my lips leaving your own,
to find a naked shoulder, the skin I imagine (hope)
comes alive with my needed touch.
Yes, it is my need to find your own release,
to, as I roam your naked body, I can cause utterance
whereby if I glance, your eyes,
they do dance with a certain delightful abandon.
Yet I have just begun,
there is so much of you to touch,
to feel, to hold, to know…
I would if time permit allow my trace, sweet breath, wet kisses,
a gathering of every centered zone your sweet lips,
beg my travel, my hands underneath would pull you to me,
and I would never end, always finding a new taste,
a sensual accentuate sexual design,
sketched upon your beauty.
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I will miss those afternoon siestas in your eyes
the delicious passion could satisfy my desire
let me recall my tongue diving upon an ear naked
sweet gasps might I explore your wet hair soft
a journey begun sweet hands caress my shoulders
while my lips search the back of her neck, knowing
as I began to trace your skin with searching tongue,
your breasts tease my naked body, saying yes,
please do, now, yes, I want you to go there soon,
while I wait and play the beauty and grace of you,
lips slide upon your lower back while hands knead
your buttocks clean, smooth urging long fingertips,
those you’ve known inside, those that have gentle
traced lovely designs upon aroused skin, breathless.
I will remember such soft moments waiting, teasing
real sensations, your fingertips grasp my desire,
there it is, that’s what I want, are your eyes closed,
I’d rather you were with me inside, elegant eyes.
I chose her to be delicious, to be vulnerable, to appear lovely,
she could hear me breathe across the room,
I wanted her to settle her heart in anticipation to hear me freely
gasp while her beauty did my eyes consume
She was there only for the thrill of mystique, our desire
to play with a surreal notion of capture,
without worry she is confident no harm while the fire
of swift passion our bodies could endure.
Hers is a vulnerability meant to be designed with a care
for well being, a pleasant elegance is she
wrapped in silks, a lingerie a man would dream to dare
be the rapture of his fantasy only for free.
the blindfold in the moment to allow my rasps would direct
her hands to sweep her arms to taste an air
of sheer coveted need, as damp tease she could sense a perfect
opportunity now as wanton touch might dare.
I did glance the pensive expression on her lovely face
the sort that indicates arousal is indeed
of a quiet climax soon to moans and my own steady pace
would we together intermingle her lead.
For it is I the observer who steams along for this ride,
I watch as soon her beauty unravels a release
as when now our skin touch, sensation begins a tide
gentle storms select surreal … soft is her peace.
I can taste you,
syrup runs my cheeks,
I will stay here and let my tongue
soothe my slow slide
so damn good
wrap my teeth around your center,
a sip of simple pleasure,
why not reach inside to find the fruit,
that piece, that pie, that nougat, that you,
gasp, lips wet
ready to chew, yet only gently,
just to peal the edge of your need,
waiting, wanting, whisper such a tease
that your body may react to the breeze.
I want you to melt me with your desire,
taste me, twirl me, my fingertips have now …
wet, explosive journey inside,
time for that sweet sensational
swallow me, voracious now,
I will lick chocolate off your lips
while I kiss your beauty.
Hungry mouths anticipate
a longer sojourn of sweet pleasure.
When I do recall
deep blue beautiful
I was too young to realize
the lovely seas of dreams you held
sweet hands that soft might
fancy my need.
I would rather return to your eyes
the wash of real I could breathe again.
If I might return to a moment
locked in gaze,
traveling toward your center
lips part just a gasp finds you,
if I could imagine eyes that might melt,
yours when touch allows,
now speaks to me, asks me further,
as inside my world you scramble,
our passions intermingle toward some foundation,
tonight the caress of a foyer wall,
I kick the door shut,
you chuckle with me in full grasp,
I want to play within your world yet my mouth yearns
to find the silk that tease sweet nipples,
I bite, you like, I bite, you gasp, I bite,
you hold on with swift motion makes me nearly collapse
in the notion of your desire.
The doorbell rings, damn, pizza is early again
a sweet kiss on your cheek, my risk
perhaps yours too, yet I was …
well I didn’t know how you would feel,
then you smiled, my heart skipped, I laughed …
For when she walked away that night,
I knew love, something,
there was this special part of me –
you awakened me in the quiet of my restless world.
‘will you come up for a little while’
that standard set of words that reality that place
where a man wants to rest his body
that beauty of a woman’s invitation.
of course he wants to go up there,
he knows that when they are together,
the world will change, without any need to wonder,
she will open up her world to his eyes.
oh how easy that used to be,
when falling in love meant laying aside
any need to analyze the moment,
oh how easy it was to see her … beauty
‘I’ve been wearing these jeans for eight days,
they fit just right, don’t you think?’
Don’t you think, don’t ever think, don’t let your mind
interrupt this idyllic world of grace and harmony.
We were three floors above the rest of the world,
the door opened, and center stage,
her world, she invited me in, and we shared
our body, spirit, our demons and angels, our love.
sometimes memory just isn’t enough
when we touch we remember how much
we wanted each other,
I remember wanting you – right now.