Moonbeams stormed the corridors of sleep
where your spectral wreath curled around
and pressed my shivering body
back into my fantasies.
Your grazing touch threaded my flesh
and sewed my will to your desire,
your eyes adorned my body
with ribbons of covetous fire,
your scent and deep, rich voice
embroidered my breast with sensual yearning.
Your breath liquefied my limbs as you drank my form
absorbing me into your shadow,
swallowing my blissful melody
like a wolf who would swallow the moon whole.
I welcomed you to exploit my senses
and yet I clung to you as an anchor
so I would not to fall so deeply beneath you
that I might evaporate as you sipped eagerly
of my feminine bliss and stretched minutes
into an eternity
with the ruthless interrogation of my feminine bud
that coerced her to blossom and ignite
a million tiny fires as each petal unfolded
and welcomed the intersecting fusion of our bodies
and rhythm of the lotus
riding ripples of liquifying passion.
Until at last,
she extended herself into full glory
and burst into blazing passion,
spilling flaming petals
lighting every corner of my fantasy
extracting the marrow of your ecstasy
in the pulse that bridged the boundaries between
reality and dream;
you and me.
Author notes
Written April 27th, 2006
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so beautiful so wonderful and sensual
the imagery displayed here mind blowing in it's intensity
sexy as hell!!!!!
ps :yes this virgin can handle this... you showed me what to expect and i daresay i am so looking forward to the treat
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Amazing! This made me hold my breath until the last line. I love your choice of words and the way you avoid the vulgarity of graphic descriptions makes this poem incredibly sensual. Hmmm... is it hot in here?
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Hot, Babe, Real Hot!!!
My, my girl, you are sure nervous. Scared me to hell and gone with your warning . The passion in this poem is flowing freely with awesome perfection. The imagery and word choices both are outstanding and holds the reader spellbound.
Pretty hot stuff packaged deftly in a beautiful carton
Love and blessings from India - Joel - -
wow.. that was ... I'm speachless...
remarcble use of words. its the type of poetry I like to read and write myself.
You left me without words.
Good luck!!
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