Your lips, lover.
Where will your lips begin?
With the sunlight softly kissing my thigh?
With the delicate swell sheathed in the sheer midnight lace?
Your hands, lover.
How will they bare their craving to touch?
The creamy skin instantly warmed by your seductive caress?
The lean line of the belly you ache to trace and map and mark as your own?
And your flesh, lover.
What of its burning want and its need?
For the slick, sultry depths silently calling for your hard thick cock?
For the one who craves to be taken with such force the sweat pools in the small of her back?
There would be no where my lips and hands would leave untouched.
I intend on keeping you to that promise, JB…
i’m not telling you…but it may not be for the next 15 mins (15 mins=5 mins who am i trying to kid) 🙂 x x sigh….
Fifteen minutes? How’s a girl supposed to hold out for so long? 😉
everywhere, everywhere on your body. in the morning, when we’re eating bacon for breakfast, i’ll be wearing that sweater… :*
Personally, I think you’d look better wearing absolutely nothing… :*
Indeed, lover is acutely enticed and perhaps the one with pools of sweat in the vales of his sculpted hips.
The beads that cling to the hollows of his hips, to the curls on his chest are nothing short of a mouth-watering enticement for this minx…
Where should my lips begin, I cannot answer, my instincts will be my guide, the cue from the trembles of your body and the delicate sounds of pleasure will tell me where they ought to linger.
My hands set out to caress and explore each and every soft curve of your body, from your gentle peaks to your warm inviting valley. My eagerness to wander matched by my desire to indulge myself in the place where I’m at.
My flesh thickened by your call and its lusting need hungers to be consumed in the furnace of your passion. I cry out to god, no, to my goddess.
Goddess? I could easily get used to that tag, in much the same way I could become accustomed to the words your lustful passions inspire.
Thank you, NA – your evocative and fiery imagery is the perfect panacea for this cold and blustery day…
I’m a simple man, in many ways. My lips would begin with yours; my hands would begin with yours.
As for my flesh… we’ll see where that goes, but to start it would just want to be next to yours.
I’ve always loved your body, but there would be lots of opportunity to continue exploring once the initial intimacy has been conquered.
I have always found the outwardly simple to be, in the end, very erotically complex, VL.
So, begin with your lips on mine, taste and savour, touch and caress my intimacy…
Such a lovely and intense love poem. The image matches beautifully with your words.
You’re too generous and kind – thank you on both counts, Franco…
le labbra vanno sul corpo amato… dappertutto donando piacere all’amata
Los labios y la piel van de la mano, su unión es la poesía perfecta…
sure!!!
The delicate contours of said creamy skin, make for a cartographers wet dream, CM.
Which, I’m imagining, along with pooling sweat could only aid the dousing of fires.
Then by all means, map and trace, sate and quench, bhp…
It’s not so much that I missed it, but that I was on a road trip when you posted and it was quite inconvenient to comment (funky internet access). But here I am now!! <3
It’s never quite the same without your comment love, Os… 😉