A Spanish Love Song
by Southern Comfort
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I simply drown in my Spanish Lover's maleness
He strums his guitar and his eyes close in fantasy,
He plays his love song just for me.
I envy his guitar as he gently caresses the strings,
He plays with such passion, that each note makes my heart sing.
I walk up behind him and nuzzle his ear,
He smiles, enjoying the fact that I am near.
My hands find joy running through his long, black mane,
I adore this man, my passion for him drives me insane.
His midnight eyes, seek mine,
Causing ripples of desire, so divine.
He lays his guitar down and his hands seek my breasts,
They awaken slumbering nipples, that were at rest,
I sigh and slowly melt into his chest.
His arms embrace me and we start to sway,
Our bodies speak volumes, but our lips
have nothing to say.
He takes a single, red rose from a vase,
Softly he lets the petals caress my face.
He removes my silken gown,
And by the fireplace he lays me down.
The firelight caresses my skin of snow,
As he places my hand upon his need to show,
That he desires and wants me so.
He pours red wine into my navel, drinking deeply from the cup,
I tremble and quake with each sensuous sup.
His warm probing tongue enters the glen,
In a state of erection, it thrusts again and again.
Orgasmic ripples filter down,
Where love nectar pools and then crowns.
His lips seek mine as his swollen shaft enters into the glen,
Soon caramel and snow happily blend.
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|Reviewed by Portia Burton
|Very sensual, making me shudder inwardly remembering my beau!|
|Reviewed by Edward Phillips
|How lucky your man is to have a lover like you!
And how lucky we are to share just a bit of your passion!
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Ahhhhhhh.. this is nice, sweet, magical - I loved it SC!
Your choice of words were superbely divine Pat!
The wine tip was a great move, it's also wonderful to do!
A gem I will treasure!
Warm Hugs, Warrior Lady Sheeeox
|Reviewed by A PAX
the end was so yummy.........the food reference was the topper :)
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|This is going to be my favorite work from you...it is so beautifully descriptive of what erotica should be...artistic and gentle with undeniable class.
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|...and then, there's the horn.
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|Oh Oh...look out, kitty's on the prowl
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|Yes, very nice SC.Easy sensual pull and push of it.The only thing missing is a crackling fire,but that's just window dressing,your poem goes from a-z in a smooth ride.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|The Spanish are noted for thier passion and fire of spirit and this poem does true justice to the lusty desires they crave. Very hot one SC...love it.
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|So erotic and beautiful SC.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Your sensuality breathes life my friend. Very beautiful and quite erotic. Blessings Always, Paul.