Glistening form with scent of musk
Pauses shy to catch my gaze.
Liquid limbs, in slender strut,
Seductively divert in ways
that only she can commandeer,
As deep inside I feel the pull,
Wanting her to feel my touch
and taste my kiss. She’s beautiful!
Longingly, as robe is dropped,
I look upon her sinful flesh,
Imagining the fiery joy,
as she and I, as one, enmesh.
She slowly turns and smooths the cloth
Of some delightful filmy sheath,
which drapes her contours perfectly
Yet verifies what’s underneath.
I softly trace a subtle line
beneath one warm enticing breast
My fingers brush against her, slight.
She gasps, as deep desire’s expressed.
Her body leans in to my touch.
Her breath lays soft against my skin.
I seek her full seductive mouth…
Command her lips to let me in.
Guide her back into recline,
Her shapely legs against my own.
Trail fingers light ‘cross slender hips
Until I reach her thigh. She groans.
Gently lift that filmy sheath
And bring my knee between her thighs
Take my touch to sacred place
And stay my hand until she sighs
Taunting; nip her shoulder, bare
Feather-kiss each breast in turn
She squirms and writhes beneath my lips
As inner flame ignites and burns
My touch becomes a firm caress
Her sighs, now come in eager moans
And I respond to tiny pleas
Expelled in urgent breathless tones
Descend to taste the sweetness found
At hidden depths of love’s embrace
Delight in reckless cries of lust
Which lead my fingers to retrace
Til finally, I grasp those hips
And pull her to me, loins aflame
I penetrate her sacred heart
And grind her body, laying claim
Together, riding passion’s quest
Her limbs, wrapped round me, hold me tight
Hearts pound in synchronicity
As heat intensifies to white
Our glistening forms reach out as one
To grasp that ultimate surrender
My pleasure’s rapt, my body thrilled
To feel her soar in all her splendour
Meet at last bewitching smile
Which permeates and so disarms
Ultimately come to rest
Enshrined, entwined, in lover’s arms.
Always,
Deborah
It possessed an atmosphere of love and desire that was almost tangible...
Finely expressed...
Diana....
Methinks Ruan has found her second wind...
and now, who would dare to rein her in?
Near the beginning, you use a word that has some negativity, "sin." I might suggest that you insert the word lust or its equivalent because there is nothing simple about the body you are describing.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane