Emerging from the bath with glowing flesh
You wrap yourself within my arms to press
Against me, warmly fragrant, clean and fresh,
With mouth upraised to take my lips’ caress.
My lips on yours, I trace the curves that rise
And fall and flow along their rims of rose.
I gently push my lips against your eyes,
Your temples and your brow, your cheeks and nose.
Our breaths are shared transpired with faces fixed
By tongues that slide within our parted lips.
We move as one by joint desire transfixed,
Massaging hands engaged from brows to hips.
I bend to brace my arm around your form
And with the other lift your knees aloft.
You turn your face into my shoulder warm
Then sigh when laid upon the pillows soft.
I find the hollow of your neck and nip
Its tender flesh with questing lips and teeth
Then soothe the gentle pinch with just the tip
Of stroking tongue against the pulse beneath.
Your supple lobes are tasted, pulled in turn
By softly gripping teeth and lips that speak
In whispered words that cause your flesh to burn
With sanguine heat that brightens throat and cheek.
I gently turn you now on to your back
And trace my kisses through your shining hair
Across and down your cheek to brush your neck
Until they find your heartbeat pulsing there.
While kisses play along your lifted throat
My palms are on your breasts and gently knead.
Then down your chest my breath and kisses float
To brush the flesh where stiffened nipples bead.
I squeeze your nipples gently with my lips
Then take within my mouth each supple breast,
The other’s crown caressed by fingertips
While palms massage the slopes from base to crest.
I press my face between your charming mounds
And trace my kisses to the plain below.
My lips and tongue engage the dimple found
Above the vale to which my kisses flow.
Your hands embrace my lowered, questing head
To guide my face onto your luscious down.
You flex and grind your hips upon the bed
To draw me to the folds that veil your crown.
My arms are circled round your silken thighs
And rise along your waist and arching chest
To let my palms caress and press the rise
Of roused and yearning, aching breasts.
My shoulders brace your thrusting, urgent hips
Against the nuzzling presence of my face.
I purse my own to taste the moist, receptive lips
Grown full within your parted legs’ embrace.
My tongue explores within your fragrant mound
And probing, rises through the layered veils
Until at last the jewel it seeks is found,
The pleasure center of your woman’s grail.
I stroke and lift and swirl its rigid tip.
Then as your flexing rhythm starts to rush
I let my tongue into your vulva slip
And press my mouth against your spasms’ gush.
As spasms ease and trembling muscles rest
We raise our eyes and smile with your release.
I rise along your form and kiss your breast
Then hold you gently in your sated peace.
But passion briefly rests on this plateau.
You move your rousing body under mine
And reaching, guide me to you down below.
I slip within you as our legs entwine.
My thrusting presence in you fills your mind.
Your body rises with a cadence of its own
Till every stroke is met with one in kind.
As waves of pleasure grow, you softly moan.
The spring that’s coiled within me starts to hum.
You feel my fullness deep within you swell,
And then you cry, “Oh [***]! You’re Gonna Come!”
But thrusting faster, you begin as well.
I spurt inside your body as you gush
Till spasms of orgasm ease and cease.
The breathing slows and faces lose their flush.
Our passion spent we sigh with its release.
Withdrawing gently from your tender grace,
I roll to lie beside you in the bed.
You move into my arms and kiss my lips and face,
My chest a cuddled pillow for your head.
You breathe a whisper there I barely hear.
Unbidden, soft expression seems more true,
Or so I hope against my sudden fear,
For all I am is lost in love for you.
Author notes
It is long and slow, but like Crash Davis in "Bull Durham", "...I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
A contest entry
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So very sensual yet erotic at the same time. You have done an excellent job here! Thank you so much for entering it in the contest
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Congrats of Gold - Duly deserved!
Beautiful...so beautiful!
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Thank you. I just looked at yours again a few minutes ago. I have to get off to work now, but I will post a comment for your Silver.
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Wheeeew WOW, so that is what making love feels like? I am almost tempted to shut down this contest down right now. Thank you for this gift.
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I cannot speak for what a woman feels, but I try to listen when a woman speaks to me of this. The experience for men almost always has a sure conclusion. For me being a man means truly loving the woman who shares herself with me enough to respond to her desires whether she speaks them aloud or simply moves to their urging. This is what I hope for every woman who loves.
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