Passionate Real

Posted: July 3, 2014 in Poetry
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That’s when the lights go off

and our world becomes sensory touch

that’s when I feel your skin against mine

and each slide, ever so slight, so methodical

brings me alive and I begin to use you …

I want my own pleasure,

I’ll find it with delight,

circling my tongue around a nipple

letting your gasp help me decide

whether I stay or move across to care

upon every aspect of your body.

I want my own pleasure

while my hand slides between your buttocks,

long fingertips finding a wet space

and another gasp as I delve further

feeling a certain rhythm as your hips meet me

asking, pleading for more as you now

gyrate with soft moans upon my hand,

sliding with juices so rampant

my fingertips no longer matter

you are on your own now using me …

I want my own pleasure

while my tongue flits a nipple

I see your eyes cave back, mouth open

arching your breasts toward me

while fingertips intermingle in my hair pulling me

upon you,

my tongue searches your mouth

now aching with passion our eyes

meet and close, look again and close,

writhe and yank one another upon each other,

legs driving, my fingertips opening you,

your grasp guiding me surely into that first thrust

and you imagine a rhythm now,

you count upon that push and receive

you tighten around my swollen desire,

and I slow …

I want my own pleasure

as inside you I now ask you to lay still

while my hands lay flat on either side of your shoulders

I glance upon your wet, steamy beauty,

my eyes devour your glistening breasts, your shuddered eyes

as I slowly play a violin upon your lips,

each pull specific, each drive nasty with patience.

I want my own pleasure

to shine as your eyes now soft with tears

let me gaze upon you while you with me,

together,

make love.

Comments
  1. Akriti says:

    This is a good post. I really like it.The sentiment behind it is well portrayed.
    NICE JOB 🙂

    i’d really appreciate if you could spare a few minutes and tell me how you feel about –

    http://akritimattu.wordpress.com/2014/06/22/the-last-thing-a-3-year-old-syrian-said-before-he-died-im-gonna-tell-god-everything/

    It’s a heart rendering picture of a child. I need more and more people to tell me what they feel, and what they have to say on this.

    Like

  2. This is very good, sensual, loving, powerful.

    Like

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