of collaborative creativities

It is my privilege to further work with a wonderful poet

Jack Killian…and we offer you now

Ocean Front

Confections Two

Intimes Les Desserts (intimate desserts)

Please Note: Ocean Front Confection One: Les Aveux d'Intimité (confessions of intimacy):

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewshortstory.asp?AuthorID=68762&id=43724

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CONFECTION 2

The sun had melted below the horizon,

And flickering candlelight was painting her body

In a wash of pastel shadows. Softly, as my hands

Move along her velvet skin, I sense the

Breathe of Cytherea enveloping us.

A banquet

Is spread before me

And the fragrance of her

Sweeps over my senses as elfin waves.

In dancing candlelight,

As I dine on cranberry toes,

My fingers discover the folds of her

And I caress an aching moist flower.

Mesmerized, I watch as sweet nectar

Trickles down along her soft inner thigh;

Committing to me loves treasure,

Her legs fall open wide

And I respond…

~

…Seeing him kneeling before me…

Further invigorating my erotic senses,

My emotions submerge into the jade of his hazel eyes;

Alluring me with seductions only Adonis could know.

I feel as a rare jewel in his probing fingers,

A Cytherean Goddess;

A priceless orb of mysteries

Amidst the evocative tides of nightfall…

Around us the scented candles

Emitting hints of sandalwood,

Lit shadows of intimacy

Dancing across his brawn body

Like waves caressing the shoreline;

I no longer felt alone here at the boardwalk...

…I radiate into his sensual magic…

Encompassing my treasure within his

Provocative masculinity,

I feel owned as he devours my toes.

Rubbing his knowing fingers along me

With gingering tenderness;

Commanding to me his manly implore

Caressive along the length of my curvaceous body;

Reaching for my hips;

Pulling me to him with intimate savoring urgency…

~

…Firmly I enter into her garden…

Fingers wet with nectars redolence,

They probe deeply, exploring the soft walls

Of her and pulling at her sensitive lips.

Hunger consumes me and, as a bolt

Of lightning striking down, I fall

Upon her as a bird of prey.

Covetously my tongue savors her,

And my lips pull at her tender blossom.

My hunger is insatiable and,

As I devour her,

…She erupts for the first time…

Shuddering, as sweet juice flows,

She pulls at her hardened nipples

To stretch them

~

The gods of love have

Reached from the heavens of Eros,

Calling his name to the kingdom of the universe,

My pleasures erupt!

…I am taken…

Escaping into his essence

He devours the wet heat of my flowing

Honey lathering my body with his breath saying:

“You are so very beautiful…”

Sliding my hands to meet his,

My hips swaying to his erotic controls,

My voice whispers within our sensual fires:

“You will be mine again and again….”

~

…Her words consume me…

And I am swelling larger

Than I have ever been,

The burning,

The throbbing,

The expectation

Of her sumptuous lips,

Her hands stroking me,

Her nails like a wild animal,

But her delectation drives me

Back to a moist soma caught in

The flames of passions yearnings…

Gently I spread her trembling legs and

Descend to drink loves sweet nectars

~

Again he spreads me

Open like a glorious dream,

Conquering my ravenous thighs,

Empowering thunderous demands;

He devours me as a succulent feast of enticements.

Claiming me within his passions irresistible command,

I succumb to his erotic aggressions…willingly...

I belong to him…

Uncontrollably surmounting to euphoric climaxes;

Holding his hand to my mouth I taste myself

Upon his fingers

~

…I am engorged now and ache…

Again and again she shudders as a rage

Of rhapsodic fire ripples across her smooth skin;

Her boundless flow of ambrosia satiates my thirst

As I devour the swollen folds of her suppleness-

I am a man possessed with her fragrance

And the bouquet of her is intoxicating.

She is mine, and soon her mouth

Will purify my abiding and her

Hands will release a flood …

~

Watching him tasting the swelter of my arousals;

Again savoring my hidden pearl with his sating lips,

Our eyes lock together speaking a language of love.

…I am immersed within his sensual tensions…

Wanting to feel the piercing measures of him;

My hips thrusting hungrily to his rhythmic sonnets;

Tasting the essence of the fire of his longing;

He is so much more than I had imagined…

My eyes close as

I reach for Venus,

Having never been devoured

With such luxuriant adoration before

…and perdures of their continued romance shall remain conjoining-

Into this…the abiding continuums of the Ocean Front…