I took one look at your manly face and became so smitten,
I wanted to rub myself all over your body, like an affectionate kitten.
Your sensuous lips, fit mine so perfectly,
You are so tall and strong, like a mighty oak tree.
When you approach my love alter, your beard tickles my inner thighs,
As you place warm, moist kisses, on pouty pink lips, you make me sigh.
Many kisses adorn, soft velvet petals of my passion flower,
Soon an impatient, greedy mouth begins to devour.
Warm, seeking hands want to grasp breasts white as snow,
Kneading and squeezing, not letting go.
Your maleness fans my desire,
I whisper your name as you set me on fire.
Musk and rose scent fill the air,
You delve deeper, because you dare.
I grasp your hair as orgasmic waves start to flow,
You are relentless in your pursuit, not letting go!
You hold me firmly, there is no escape,
As your mouth and my flesh commune and relare.
You handle my wantonness, my hunger you sate,
You will decide when we shall mate.
Suddenly you hover over me and your shaft impales me deep,
It finds a home as nectar seeps.
As Passion's Beast begins to glide,
Your love begins to fill me up inside.
Love alter, Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..where could that be?
Me thinks you have many names for many parts of the body.
You have reeled me in again with your many love potions..
Hugs....
This one could bring the strongest of men to their knees. Perhaps even melt the purest of souls. Of course, at my age these are only moments to remember. (lol) Your poems are in good taste. Pardon the pun my friend.
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
Me thinks you have many names for many parts of the body.
You have reeled me in again with your many love potions..
Hugs....
This one could bring the strongest of men to their knees. Perhaps even melt the purest of souls. Of course, at my age these are only moments to remember. (lol) Your poems are in good taste. Pardon the pun my friend.