he has no need to search for words
to whisper in her ear
as his fingertips and lips
traverse her curvy terrain
he knows the phrases
to set a woman’s soul afire
and make her body his possession
he understands the flame
that smolders in her eyes
and knows how to fuel it
with his playful tongue of fire
each touch, each kiss, each lick
each whisper of decadence
constructed by a master craftsman
he builds her arousal
one brick of desire upon another
each kiss more seductive than the last
waking her smooth skin
claiming mountain peaks to suckle
causing the river to overflow
in the forests of her lowland
he finds the places to pleasure
no man has adored before
and leaves no location on her map
unvisited or unenjoyed
he takes her from height to height
until she feels she is touching
the summits of heaven’s mountains
he is a seasoned man
no stranger to women’s boudoirs
and bodies, no novice
in the ways of love and lust
he possesses, drinks in her spirit
the elixir his spirit thirsts for
as he makes love to her body and soul
When one is fortunate to realize that "he makes love to her body and soul", dearest Belle, one knows that "he" really is THE man any woman dreams about, longs, lusts, hopes and prays for! A treasure - to be cherished, thoroughly enjoyed, and to exchange sweet, fulfilling "spirit elixirs" with... for as many seasons as possible! :0) What a delight of a poem!
Love & many {{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
La Belle Rouge no one can hit the romance and passion buttons quite like you!!!! You make us rosey cheeked, sometimes downright blushing but oh the fashion of passion you present and yes represent...real, human, an expose slightly naughty in ways but ALWAYS TASTEFUL and so much more!!!! It is and always has been a great pleasure to read you works! EXCELLANCE La Belle Rouge!!!!
So very apropos - true love speaks volumes, even with just a single glance or touch, and you have eloquently depicted that a seasoned man has the ability to use 'all' of his tools... to the utmost. I always enjoy reading you, La Bell. -- Jeff
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Love & many {{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
A joy to have read
Love & Peace
William
"The Seasoned Man" seems to be endowed with all the gifts that a woman could ever ask for.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
~Nikki~
Love Tinka
until she feels she is touching
the summits of heaven’s mountains
Sounds like a true master, and I've always loved that song.
Hugs, Laura
very well written, la belle.
peace,
carolyn
Rusty