.
She stood at the kitchen window
the morning sun showing off her form.
He came up silent as dawns breath
wrapping his arms around from behind.
Never had she become used to
his light trod across ceramic tiles.
Leaning her head back against him
placing her arms over those of his.
He bent and embraced her necks nape
sending electric senses to her core.
Then in to nibbble at her lobe
and heard a deep contented purr.
Her small palms on large knarled knuckles
rotated his palms upward cupping.
As he moved to kiss her long neck
she leaned into him completely now.
Pressing his fingers against her
so they would play at loving circles.
Now there came two deep needful moans
she turned and wrapped arms around his neck.
They embraced lips for long deep moments
then he said "Good morning Angel".
and she replied "it is time love"
so he opened eyes, stood up awake
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
your feather soft words have left me with a sense of sad longing...just what a great piece of writing is meant to do.... p
Perception may be a key indeed, as I wonder are you
peeping on hubby & me over coffee Budd? ;0
...just teasing you of course
...your words make me realize even deeper how blessed
it is to be in loves arms. Be this a dreamy wish or your
muses dancing with the nectar of love’s embrace or with
the woman you adoringly love & cherish in person...
(or otherwise...) this is a beautiful feeling shared
& even lived & too the seductive sensations that also are
notorious erogenous zones to the neck of us all is:
surrenderingggggggg!!!!
Fresh Ground Coffee with Sweet Irish Cream & Vanilla Beans
Vickie
You took me to a special place....this is beautiful!
This is a moving experience for naught have I only viewed these lovely words of such a beautiful dream you have written, it can be felt and seen in the words you pen.
How beautiful this is Budd...
Love and Light
Lily
fee
*Budd* for a very nice wake up
Lady Vivian
Who then can foretell or prompt
or dismiss the slumbering thoughts
that come at night
that bring sighs of longing
upon awakening,
or the tears that form...
Beyond the realm of dreams.
Lovely, longing poem, Budd
Mark
Well I guess you got me thinking tonight..Thanks for the lovely poem to get my brain working once again.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Love ya!
Jane
Sandy