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Harden By Desire

Poetry By: seven
Erotica


Tags: Poetry


The rapture so resounding. Is your pulse pounding?


Submitted:Feb 3, 2007    Reads: 333    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


I run my palm across your breast,
As you tremble.

I bite, lip to lip,
Hands feeling upon your chest.

Fingertip to fingertip,
Softness of each one.

Your neck is so sweet,
I taste your skin.

My kiss slowly lowering,
Over nipples, harden by desire.

And finally, across your navel,
Into pure bliss.

The rapture so resounding.
Is your pulse pounding?

Taken to the hilt, and beyond.
Your face is glowing.

With rhythmic trace abounding,
The climax is coming.

The heated,illicit look on your face,
Blue eyes burn, with ecstasy.

You are undulating inwardly,
Sweet culminatio nearing.

Cries of much needed release,
Echoes the heavens.

A sultry smile and hooded eyes,
You hips gyrate.

With my hand, I try to make you hush,
You nip my fingers.

Your back arching, you fingernails teasing,
Your sweet mixing with mine.

Keep rubbing against me, the way you do,
Your insides already so wet.

I gaze upon your face, from below,
You tilt your head back, with a sigh.

Blue eyes close in confirmation.

I am feeling you,
As your well begins to flow.

You ease back on the bed,
With absolute slowness.

Your Devil look, is so enticing,
The sensation, the insatiable.

You cry.

Drip to drip, lip to lip,
I lap up from your creation.

You pull me up, to the heat of your mouth,
So very much on fire.

No other thoughts, no other cares,
Mad lust quenching.

Riding the tide of passion,
So sweet and true, in slow motion.

I am so hot, I am so ready,
My face close to you.

My lips go to your ear.

Who whispers, I want more?

You or I?

/ F /





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