He loved to watch her watch the sunset
emotions played over her face conveying
her love and passion for life
Her aura of sensuality, was most evident
when she communed with nature, and it
never failed to arouse him
He had never met anyone so closely in
tune with the environment, it gave him
motivation to renew his own perceptions
He realized through her, how a heightened
sense of sensuality could be achieved by
just watching nature unfold
He loved that women were akin to felines
their movements similar,so sensuous when
they stretched and purred
He used to be such a fool, rushing her into
the bed,as soon as he got home from work
with hardly any foreplay
Now one of his greatest pleasures was just
watching her, and she knew it, wisely using
her wiles to totally captivate him
teaching him the art of love-making...
etw
Have a great day
Ray { The Buzzard }
Cryssa
The word "foreplay" comes to man's mind as something you expect at the Super Bowl, long caresses, murmurs, whispers, sweet words, skin exploration is for nerds and ninnies, or so they think!
That give a few of us wolfing Casanovas, a season-ticket to the marvelous Tour de Chambres that our lovely ladies breathless expect. LOL
Georg
Teaching me the art of poetry reading!
Doug
He has learned from her and through her and moved to a higher level of awareness and of soul; I like where you take me with this fine piece and the positive response it elicits from me.
John
I think not, that women are like felines masturbating.
No real man likes that.
Poetry is ok. Subject matter, rhyme and meter are not in these words as poem.
With Love,
Cindy
Lin
Blessings,
Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.