A sensuous scene of two lovers becoming acquainted with each other’s sexuality and touch.
I feel – yes I feel,
the truth inside of you.
The truth is
that you love me true.
Your head rests upon my shoulder
ever so gently.
Your lips caress my neck,
lingering upon my breast bone
and causing goosebumps in that zone.
The heat that you
bring to the surface
makes me hot like a furnace.
You place your hands
upon my hips,
continuing to linger
between endless cleavage.
I remain dazed in your arms,
with the comfort I feel deep inside my belly.
My limbs are weak and feel like jelly.
I could melt each time you look at me,
and each time you do,
the faucet comes on
and drips a drop or two,
adding to the rhythmic momentum we share.
Hip to hip glued together as one
moving strongly against the other,
bringing things to the very brink.
I seduce you with my baby blues
and give you a sultry half wink.
I can tell you want me.
Not just by your anatomy,
but I can tell your soul must have me too.
I tingle in the pit of my stomach
from the excitement
of what is to come next.
I softly whisper into your ear saying -
”after this you will know that you’ve been sexed.”
You stare at me.
Your desire rising,
as you lick my lips with your tongue,
before hungrily taking my mouth into yours.
I almost let go of my pent up storage.
You whiz me around
and I find
that I am facing away from you.
Your body is pressed close against my back,
with not even a crack
left between us.
Somehow I find myself without clothes
and pressed even harder against the wall.
Our bodies become suctioned together
as you drum away
with mighty force
at the very source.
What magic you reveal
as you break open the seal
that holds back the flow
of my passion.
My face glows with fitful bliss
as you give me a rapturous kiss.
I arch my back towards you
causing you to release your flow
and just by looking
at your face I know,
that you have just entered heaven.
We slide down the wall
with nothing left at all,
falling asleep in each others arms.
All that was left,
was a stuporous pile on the floor.
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