You lay there so soft upon velvet,
Fingers sliding on such softness,
The static charges upon an arousal,
Strokes touching her into moaning,
Purring her need to cuddle you.
Laying there building up the steam,
Slowly with soft, soft, so--ft touches,
Which excites the skin into chills,
Reaching deep within the sighs,
As a kiss tenderly touches hearts.
Her nails scrape the hairs of needs,
As she arches into you to hold her,
She intertwines upon a love knot,
Holding you close on such passion,
That both slowly start cultivating,
The relationship of true lovers.
Note: I almost put at the end “Gyrating earth-quaking pleasure as one”. I am not sure it distracts from it or adds to the poem. Some may like it, while others say it is implied.
This was written in California, where I am trying to find a place to use my voice of Freedom, in the Democracy of free poetic speech, away from Patriot spying.
The moisture of sweat germinated,
Two flowers upon a loving bouquet,
Joined together in a marriage of smiles,
That each shares as equal partners.
D.Lester 01/11/06 ©
Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time.
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