Reflections of Us
Mirrors above
and to the side;
you may look
but cannot hide.
Sweet cries from me;
don’t see the beast
fucking and hungry
lurking to feast.
Bury in my heat;
make me arch;
feel you deep
as I come apart.
Perfect work of art
reflected there;
slick of muscles taunt
and stripped bare.
Take me from behind
beat it like a drum
sweating, grunting
just as we cum.
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Can I be the first to comment? I'm so excited! Amy, this is sooooo fucking HOT I can hardly stand it!!! You keep the detail of your imagery slightly shaded, which allows the imagination some freedom. That's perfect! The use of mirrors is fantastic and some of your lines (while out of context might not at all feel so explicit)...within the realm of this piece - "beat it like a drum" - OMG! Absolutely Rocks! In so many ways!
It would see that you are the first to do so, GG. So thanks for that! People often say that I am very shady so I guess that's reflective of my writing :P. Slightly ambiguous and lines that are naught in their sum while not being so alone are what I live for! It pleases me that you found this piece enjoyable. :) Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I find them quite enlightening and equally enjoyable.
The hungry beast, buried in you, sweating, grunting, beating it like a drum, what can I say? This has all the ingredients of a hot, hot, hot session, but who is in control?
Hot indeed, Amy I'm blushing over here, lol. Mirrors!! Can't say I remember any mention of mirrors before in anyone's work : )
Oh, someone has written about love of mirrors before. The last I read about them was from Besame I think but that was a while ago. This poem came about through another project I was working on. They do that sometimes, just pop up in the middle of something else I'm doing. Glad you're liking this one thought! :)
Amy Turner this was one very hot and inviting poem. I'll be your naked beast in your mirror and come out of it and pound you as hard and long as you desire until your back arches and I hear you cry out my name when your orgasm explodes deep inside of you.
XoxoX Ron
This is one very hot poem, you have a real talent for poetry keep going I look forward to reading more. GP
Folks keep saying that but I don't see it. I just try to go with the flow of whatever the writing. If you liked this one there are others in my portfolio that I tried to group toward the end of list. Thanks for the encouraging words, GP. I really appreciate you reading and sharing your thoughts with me. ;)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall... How's my hottie, over all?
Peaks & valleys, hot terrain; Lovely face to entertain!
Body such that she could tame... Demons or whatever came!
Set me up to take a fall... I have never felt so tall!
Mirror, mirror, you can see; How my woman's made for me!
Natural curves, & smile so sweet; Blushes perfect, like a beet!
Marks my Princess, oh so hot... Precious mermaid, never caught!
She's the greatest of the lot... Never been a thing of naught!
My apologies Amy, I totally forgot this morning after I read this to comment, as I knew I would being one or yours...... :) loved it, very hot and raw I found it. Very nice, it inspired me to release the huntress,
Amy you must be a hot woman to be able to write a poem as sexy as this one..more please as it has made me very wet down there.
Wow! You have, once again, treated us to a smargasborg of delight from your table of joy!
Amazing Amy it was so hot and sensually wild, love you and your poems !!
Delicious! Ravaging! Spectacular! Wild! A devouring feast for all to read, panting and sweating, God woman!! Perfect! You've truly outdone yourself.
That's how I would want to make love, with mirrors looking down at me from above or to the side. I think reflections of love is the hottest thing ever. I know it turns the kinkiest of souls on the must, I gotta admit I'm one of those ones.
I have to agree that staring into your lovers eyes should mirror the same feelings you experience. For me that's what makes it so hot. Couple that with mirrors and bazinga! You've got a very hot session going on. Thanks for reading and commenting, Lola. Love knowing what you think.
The lion is the hunter, but is he really? The lioness draws him in, seductive and submissive, when in reality she is in control, getting and taking what she needs. BTW never was much of a fan of mirrors, just prefer seeing everything up close and personal....
Gone Girl