Honeymoons hot and uncontrolled passions.

Self-control went out the door

As rolling, locked embracing on the floor

My willowy blond mistress fair

Caressed my body with great care

Fingers always probing never still

Holding steadfast I will

Tortuous fingertips invade me now

Body tingling sweat upon my brow

No longer could my resistance hold on

Succumbing to loves embrace, I’m gone

Abandoned grace littered the floor

As we play like violins and more

Explosive passion engulfs us now

Planting seeds like after the plough

Exhilarated, exhausted without a care

Energy sapped, panting hard for air

Head cradled to my chest

My right hand on your breast

Sleep envelops all senses now

I will never let you go

We will replay as day slips away

Honeymoons are a time to play

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  • GameLive on Jan 27, 2011

    good share

  • lapasan on Jan 27, 2011

    This poem reminded me of the time when I was also a newlywed man.

  • Suni51 on Jan 27, 2011

    That’s really very nice read. Thanks

  • mtrguanlao on Jan 27, 2011

    LOL,it reminds me of my honeymoon! Great poem!

  • tonywriter on Jan 28, 2011

    how beautiful and cute, I love your poetry Thank you mate

  • anndavey650 on Jan 28, 2011

    Ooh Honeymoon period long since over… good timely post though for Valentines lol

  • Stable on Jan 28, 2011

    I like it! My wife was heavily pregnant on our honeymoon but we still still enjoyed it!

  • Michal Dorcak on Jan 28, 2011

    Good poem.

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