Bathed In Passion's Glow
by Southern Comfort
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I live to hear you whisper," Baby, Let's Make Love!"
I tremble from your whispered desire,
The power of your maleness, makes my skin catch fire.
As you shamelessly invade my space,
You make me gasp and my heart race.
You know the power you have over me,
You enslave my body and I never want to be free.
Your deep kisses capture my breath, making me struggle for air,
Your fingertips trail fire, promising Paradise, then taking me there.
I adore being possessed by strong but gentle hands,
They are a constant reminder that I am being loved by a man.
A man who knows what he wants, then rightfully takes,
You wash over me like a riptide, I gladly drown in your wake.
You take time to adore each inch of my skin,
My back arches to welcome you in.
You lead and I follow as we waltz amid stars,
Then the jolting explosion when Venus alines with Mars.
Onward and upward, the earth moves with the passion of the night,
While our bodies are bathed with shimmering moonlight.
MUSIC: Let's Make Love
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|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|SC, You really know how to stir things up here. So hot and passionate, nicely done...
Peace, Amber "V"
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Divine, stunning, sensual...I love it!! Love Holly|
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|Putting your passion into words that make us remember, and dream. Happy Hollidays, Sis.
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Wham! ! ! and the girl is coming back with a sensual force and libidinous pen! A cold shower please!...
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Breathless and shaken I sit back to let the power of this oh so sensual write wash over me. Reading this was like being a voyeur in your closet SC and what an image you create. Well done.
|Reviewed by Richard Orey
|Nothing is more exciting to a man than a woman who adores his touch and gives herself with unbridled passion.
"For only tender souls may touch
In magic born of heart
And dare to dream of times to come
When they're not far apart,
For all we have in life is Love."
Even your music is rhythmic and sensual.
A great write, SC!
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|All I got to say, Sweet Comfort, is you and yours had a helluva
Thanksgiving, and you my sweet were dessert. -gene.
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|A many faceted gem here; don't forget the wine. ;)|
|Reviewed by Beryl McMullen
|Hot Hot Hot sexual gratification all the way|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Wow SC your writes are starting to ease my pain with Hubby just hetting back from away. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie hugs, Rose