The fire builds within him
as the touch of skin arouses her essence
Fingers tremble slightly
as they slip below an elastic panty fence
She squirms as feelings start to move her
perhaps the passion too long in check
As my lips seek out her tender spots
the cheeks, the ears the neck
Now her space where passions deepest
feel my fingers seek the flame
Her lips seek mine in hungers bite
smother the moans of one insane
Sweet entry gentle like lapping wave
only the barest contented sigh
She shares desire to ride each crest
as lips smother each other’s cry
Gentleness makes way for thunder
pounding, pounding…more please more
Bodies now controlled my the moment
Control lost to the molten core
Flash of lighting, slow death dying
In the night sweet passion crying
Sated lust makes way for loving
Night moves over time for cuddling!
You have nailed it! So many deny that lust is a part of loving..thanks for reminding us.
Vesna:)
Birgit and Roger
I love it all from the graphic to the pulse you wrote into your verse.
Susan
Love Tinka
Passion awoken in the night makes for steamy morning reading...whew. What a sizzler! The temperature just rose a thousand degrees--I need a shower! Great writing here, my friend, lucky you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Have a wonderful day, dear friend! {{{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}
Love&Light*
Alexandra*