Writhing exquisitely upon your lover,
Hips firm and straddled
As you slowly make love.
Room dim, the music pumps emphatically
Still you sway to your own rhythm.
Aware of my presence,
Yet oblivious
Blissfully accepting of my gaze.
Long hair cascades over your brow
Partially concealing your face,
But none of your pleasure.
Casting a sideways glance
You look deeply into me,
And at this moment we're no longer strangers.
I sweep the dark mane aside
To see the story in your eyes
Bursts of light that dance within
Fade in the sunset of your eyelids
As he moves within you.
My God you're beautiful.
You take my hand in yours
And place it on the smooth orb of your bottom
I seek out every inch of you here,
Your back, your shoulders.
Muscles tighten and release in response
As you move beneath my touch.
And upon his.
Raising yourself slightly
You silently invite me to explore the nearest breast.
I knead it, soft and warm beneath my fingers.
My arousal mounts.
Everything surrounding melts away
Leaving only our bodies, our desire.
Yet seemingly as soon as it began it's over.
Days have passed as mere seconds
And I play you continuously in my mind
Forever captivated
By this vision of you.
What a sensual poem! There is something about this very vivid picture you paint, that draws one to it. It makes you feel as though you're moving with the image, that you are watching this scene unfold in front of your eyes, you can almost taste the moment, as you describe it in the poem.
ReplyDeleteIt's like you were there ....
ReplyDeleteI agree with Anonymous. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis is a fantastic poem though. You have a way with words that sends shivers up my spine. xoxo
The reality of this, has frozen me, in this spot where I sit, the early hours passing by, Tim sleeping ever so peacefully.
ReplyDeleteI'm in another world... Yet somehow, all my worlds are connecting...
This is entirely confusing. But again, a contradiction; simply so completely, barely, real.