Full moon beams skitter on this slumbering form,
And I am lost in heady dreams.
Amidst the dusky pallor of feathered sheets and
Downy clumps, lies a sleeping mind,
Finally awake, with you.
I loath myself for this descent.
You plague my dreams, every sleeping moment.
Every corner of my passion, of my capable imagination.
In my slumber, you satiate me.
Slipping into sleep, and so beneath your hands,
Trembling and tender.
Voice creating ripples on these breasts that heave into
Your fingertips, caress the lace and bring unto me
Epitomes of mercy, fed by lust.
I feel you peel from me inch by inch the distance,
And fragrant swathes of scent-bathed linen,
Lust building,warm sweet breath scattering
The blonde tendrils that sweep across
This pale,aching skin.
And I am naked,yours,
Every part of me is screaming for you.
Take me, yours to do what you will.
Wrapping hands amidst the sheath of corn coloured hair,
Soft and silken,never-ending amidst your fingers,
And tasting the sweet eroticism of my neck,
Til I can feel the ache spread throughout and this
Torturous vision rocks into my consciousness,
body filled with unrepenting sensation.
This is too much.
Guttural moans as I reach for you,
Every waking thirst is quenched,
As a hand slips over this gently browning thigh,
Coaxing me towards oblivion.
I am lost in that smile, in the deep discerning look,
In that cautious glance and deep, powerful scent,
In that everlasting concern and most of all,
In the pull and the knowledge that I am wanted,
Needed, desired the point of distraction.
Finally, I may taste perfection.
Mouth hot, covering mine, covering my body.
Feeding from my very skin, my warmth, devouring
Parts of me that should make me blush were I not
Flushed with sweet release at finally,
finally,
Having you.
Oh god, If only. If only.
Two naked writhing forms,
You plunge into my tight, warm depths and - oh - release the pleasure in me.
Hands scraping at my back, my sides,
Deep within me.
Shuddering and nibbling and crushing every part of me
Against you, as if I am not enough,
As if this all is not enough.
And moans and cries that send shivers through my
Spine, mirrored by the beads of moisture that slide away,
Looking for a more tolerable tone.
My fingernails make traces on your back,
Deep enough that you may find me when you wake,
Follow the ridges back to my fingers, to me,
To this delicious chamber of fulfillment.
Where you are in me and this is not enough,
Though so vivid I can taste you.
Drinking you to the point of desperation,
Pulling you to me and devouring the skin I can find.
A beautiful shoulder to cling to,
Bodies oiled with each other and still, its not enough.
And here, the moonbeams dance across your eyes,
So I am lost further,
Trapped between this solid form of bestial delight,
Plunging deeper and deeper.
I can feel it, I can feel you, building, and pulsing
And surging within me.
I can see it in your eyes, this is too much,
And in that moment I lose myself and taste my own blood
At such unadulterated pleasure.
And from a fretful sleep, I wake.
Body glistening with beads of perspiration, exhausted.
Traumatised.
I am so moist that some must belong to you.
Fulfilled and yet - so empty.
This bed contains no sign of you other than this
Trembling, exhausted body that previously you ravaged
With such sweet and eager ferocity.
I beg you, follow the finger marks. Find me.
Until back to the lull of dreams, where you
Are gently out of reach, in the background,
Safe in the knowledge that you have felt inside of me,
Loved me,
Destroyed me with something no man but you can ever give me.
That you never gave me.
So I must pass the waking hours,
Aggressive and sullen within my own desire.
Ready to sleep again, taste you again.
Be tasted again.
A poison, addictive and lethal,
That my body cannot live without.
And wait for the day, that finally,
You wash me clean.
Author notes
For anyone wondering, "Amantes Sunt Amentes" means "Lovers are lunatics" in latin. It seemed fitting.
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I enjoyed
Very, very sexy, dripping words of love, the scent animal instinct surrounds this work. WOW, hot and sensual, loved it. WASP.
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Amasing
For the 67th time in 10,363 Comments, I say the words amazing
Their could be as many as 4 or 5 verses for most poets.
To make the words is only possable by one who knows the depth of the ages in love. I pitty you for feeling, to fall so far. You will be haunted as I. Sex is anavilistic to our nature, and few dare to let this uncover. Love in itself, becomes our greatest fear.
A tiger, will always reconize, another tiger
Therefore, I am compelled to say Amazing of this
You did well to make these words, bless your gift
Rick -
It wont let me applaud. Tight asses.
I still ove you though.
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wow!
wow is all i can say han! that was feisty and firey - and i loved it! lol!
grrrrreat work wifey!
love you xx xx xx
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Well...ahem...I think I need a shower now. That was about the best description of making love I've ever read. A couple of times I was afraid you were going to lose your lyrical quality and sink into a simple description and then it would have just been gross. But you didn't. Your description was as much about the emotion as it was about the physical act. I think a couple of times it did become gratuitous, but just a couple of times. (For example, "Hands in my hair, on my breasts/Mouth to my nipples, pounding through my body." This really adds nothing to the poem.)
I absolutely loved your references to the fingernail marks on his back - following them back to you. That was genius.
I do think you overdid it with the 'ands', however. They got in the way a lot of the time.
You used the word torturous twice in successive sentences. Owing to its unusualness, that was rather jarring.
And don't use the numeral 2 - write out the word.
A riveting read. celtic queen
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Wow you grapped my attension from the first line and didnt let go till the last word. This poem was beautiful with a touch of sadness or deep desire. I loved it!
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incredible
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compellingly beatifuled! urafinalist!
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Promise...sing
Perhaps the power of the poem could be enhanced through editing and slightly tighter diction notably with respect to stanzas or sentences which begin with "And"
As an example ... And so back to the lull of dreams - did you mean lull or perhaps Return to the loll of dreams might key into the composition ?
for ...
Every corner of my passion, of my capable imagination.
In my slumber, you satiate me.
perhapos read ... ?
Every corner of my passion, my imagination.
In slumber, satiatery.
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Lovers are lunitics there appears to be a typo ... lunatics ?
There is creative potential here which deserves attention
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wow, amazing poem, its so dark and passionate as well as this sensual tone and theme, i loved it, I really did
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Passion desperate and full
This is a stunningly sensual as well as erotic write. Very rare I read on that pulls me through it and doesn't destroy the mood by over loading the graphics. This didn't get melodramatic or full of purple prose. While I would look to reduce the length that is my number one goal with my own work so don't it too personally. Still, I do suggest it.
excellent job. Drop by and check some of mine out sometime. I think you might see so comparisons. Love Tom B.
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thankyou very much for the comment
I shall perhaps when i've had chance to look at this with more perspective shorten it down. Thank you for the suggestion
and glad to see that you didnt think it was too cluttered with images.
thankyou for taking the time to read and comment
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Excellent
There is a great deal of senstivity in your writing as always
I will not quote you in light of the nature of the verse
Your sensuality is amazing for the age I know you to be
Your words are deliberate and perswasive in the permotion of passion
That is enough to say. Fine crafting of words, Rick
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thank you, as always, for the words they mean a lot
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