“For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.” *Isabel Allende
Aphrodisiacs
if you cannot speak love to me
you will never make love to me
you've mastered the lexicon of love
the sweetness of a tongue is truth
your whispers blaze within my core
surrounding me with your adoration
burning with flames of raw passion
I know you can't live without me
by honest confession of your need
words of want and sighs of longing
caresses of words before touches
until I am breathless and blushed
hot with desire, wanton and wet
as your deep voice fondles my ears
Expressing love and respect with the one and only woman you love is to share your heart with her. In complete love the nuances come naturally and effortlessly. Aphrodisiacs are but a part of the complete love one has for their beloved. Glistening eyes silently serenade bliss and wet lips carry the most intense of human emotions. This poem is an aphrodisiac to true lovers Susan. Jon Michael
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
Poem has nothing to do with wolves or smooth operators. I write as a mature woman not a naïve ingénue. I think it's a wonderful thing to have a good, honest man who also knows how to speak love's language to his woman.
Deborah is right. It's been my observation that the wolves seem to be more adept at verbalizing in a way that seduces. We all should have good crap detectors when it comes to hearing their entreaties. Unfortunately, most women like you have written seemed to be easily charmed and seduced by uncaring but smooth operators.
You've written of the very best part of foreplay......the whispering words of love in the ear. It's not like women wear a sign that says, "Jump in! The water's fine!". Beautifully written..as usual.
I always start with words whispered into the ear, as this poem speaks out about. Usually, if I am doing it correctly, the rest is attuned to be receptive. Words. You betcha!
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And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
Ron
Always,
Dborah
Regis
Love ya!
Jane