You led me to a different world,
to a different state of mind.
You lifted my fears,
my scares,
my mind, and shaped them
into a desire.
You reeled me in so tenderly.
You brought me close
so assuredly.
Oh Providence! --what would I give
for that beautiful feeling
of sheer pleasure in flesh.
You look in my eyes,
I glare back,
trying to gain control.
But you stare longer,
intent on breaking that hold.
I lower my brow and widen my eyes.
I reveal to you and only you,
the invitation. It whispers,
"Come for me. Come, come."
You stare into my eyes and woo at my gift.
You think, "Victory!" and then plunge into
that sweet pool of satisfaction.
Oh, the tingle!--
The thrill! --of your lips over mine.
The shivers begin at my soul,
and flow through to my spine.
When the thunder rolls,
our bodies meld together.
With every moan we find each other.
Sweet Freedom, sweet Desire!
You left me unrestrained.
You knew your limit; I found mine
after every new touch.
Mmmmm, I wanted you!
You'd work around my weaknesses,
taking advantage of my indecisiveness.
I tried to battle your efforts with ideas of my own.
You would just laugh at my naive,
yet effective,
attempts at seduction.
I tried to defend myself,
to show you I could hold my own!
But my staggered breath
quickly revealed my sweet innocence.
I dreamt about you cradling me
to the ground; quietly leading me
to an ever-so forbidden land.
I knew what I wanted,
and you read me like wide print.
However,
most of my thoughts of you
were simply thoughts.
Horribly sensual scenarios
I thought up,
and thought of.
While we were together
in such blissful moments,
in such trusting states of minds,
I wanted to stay there.
We could have stayed there
for a while,
you said so yourself.
Dear man,
all too eager Adams,
Did you not see my innocence?
Did you honestly not see
my weak point?
I think you did.
You liked it, didn't you?
You were comfortable there,
of course you yearned
to take me there.
Young man,
Poor young man;
were you looking for love?
Silly little boy.
So was I.
So
was
I.
Author notes
Read it more than once to get the overly absorbed feeling the writer is expressing.
What did you think? What did you feel?
Comments
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Sharie, my name isn't Jon.
I'm a girl. -
we will be to gether again JON
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wow this gave me chills! i mean i read it twice. i absolutley love it
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It made me sad but it's provocative.



