my woman fire within burns low
barely a smoldering cinder of lust
with only a tender touch of your hand
like a bellows, the flame is freed
skin melting softly against skin
lips trail fire along secret paths
whisper love words from your lips
call me “darling” and i get lost in
possibilities of love we could make
yes you are my darling, it’s beyond
my ability to cease from loving you
stop burning for your hands to cradle
your fingers to tease my full breasts
your tongue exploring the forbidden
hummingbird deeply sipping honeysuckle
besotted on pleasure's melon wine
taste of woman lingers on your tongue
the dry desert is a lonely wilderness
i thirst for a long drink of your love
autumn chill rushes toward winter ice
i shiver for the bonfire of your passion
the heat of a million kisses deep inside
Erotic and lasting...you soar to the passionate extreme of what it takes to be at the top of your genre, Belle...you give us the ultimate pleasures and for this, we say thank you...for putting us in touch with our sexuality and sharing it openly...classy overture, prelude to foreplay opening...
No wonder the Southern Belles are light years ahead of their northern sisters, most be something in the waters of the Deep South...
And that smile after...
Who said women can't write a sexual poem better than a man, they didn't know about you and SC. Lovely touching sensual write La Belle. Love and hugs, Bonnie
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Anna
This is a true fire burning hot, glowing and flaming with sensuality and sexual desire and release. Excellent!
John
Cheers,
Dan
hugs
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :o *gasping* LOL
It sizzles . . . superb work here!!
Hugs,
Lance
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And that smile after...
Georg