What options are there for that first meeting between potential lovers?
as if it were the first meeting
the possibilities
Hello, dear one
I do not play
but I do get cryptic and "playful" with words,
but not with feelings
do NOT fall in love with the words
but with the person behind the words:
it's all part of the experiences,
we, you and I,
as veterans of love wars have endured.
We have known both ends of the spectrum
the agony and the ecstasy.
I know what a tootsie roll blow pop looks like,
tastes like, feels like, smells like, and sounds like
with its hard shell and soft, sticky-when-wet, chewy inner core.
When I have one, I do not need to review and rehash
all these senses to enjoy it.
I just DO it!
So is it with us, I think.
We are, metaphorically
tootsie roll blow pops
to each other.
We have heard the words,
seen the looks,
know the taste,
remember the feel,
and await the distinctive smell
that makes each individual different from the other.
I have seen your words and heard them in my heart;
I feel the passion of your tender love
and remember how the sense of touch
so enkindles me to burn with the heat of unbridled energy.
Now I yearn to taste with eager lips and tongue
those crevices that ooze liquid secretions
with the odoriferous pungency of unmatched orgasmic explosiveness
leaving us in dizzying swirls of blurred vertigo.
I have lived and loved with you in my imagination
and vivid day dreams
and wet night dreams
and I awaken
languishing in a pool of sweet sweat
drowning in unfulfilled desire
to be possessed by your own uninhibited
and relentless
pursuit of the ultimate moment
the crowning surge of breath-taking gasps
that leave us speechless, motionless
paralyzed for the moment in that one instant
of near-death but heavenly experience.
When we first meet
face to face
flesh to flesh
there will be no need for introductory drivel
we will know if the chemistry is right
and the circumstances permitting
that our eyes will meet
and either affirm or negate
all that we have said
we will then either remain immobile
and transfixed with hesitation and doubt
or reach out and touch
what we have for long yearned
enraptured, embrace in encircling grip,
let gentle, wet, eager lips touch
then press hard, each wordless tongue reaching deep within
stroking the inner chambers, dark and voiceless
yet screaming for more
deeper, more penetrating
and both bodies melt into each other's total euphoria,
collapsing in ultra-slow-motion
onto each other's waiting self
stripped bare of all encumbrances
hot sweat dripping onto sizzling flesh
steaming with erotic anticipation
pulsing with rhythmic throbs
pounding in musical syncopation
riding the waves like the rising and falling of ships at sea
whose hulls bash themselves against the foamy surf
spreading itself apart and letting the eager prow
of the massive hulk enter into it
the sides enveloping all of it
with welcome ripples of titillating excitation
until it silently sinks itself
buried in the endless sands of time
forever
or. until it starts all over again, and again, and again
until one cries out,
"Enough ! I can take no more for now. . . ."
and then, we wait
and do it all again
as fingers on gentle hands delicately touch,
like a feather,
erect nipples on blossoming breasts,
through the plains of writhing abdominal twists,
to the sensitive mound below,
through the moistened sides of pubic lips
that strain to clasp and tightly grip
whatever tries to enter to its hallowed halls;
and you take your hands and guide mine more deeply into you
and thrust with gentle moves
until the muscles spasm with the moment,
and you take myself waiting at attention, erectly soldier-like
on guard, well-armed, prepared to fire at will
or on command and you place the sentry at your door
occasionally kissing, manipulating,
teasing with chattering lips and flailing tongue,
stroking, twisting, turning, joking
and letting him explore with all of himself
all your eager parts
and inundate him with aromatic fluids
and the odors that are distinctly you
and let him lap them up and lick them dry
until you are ready to re-unite both throbbing parts as one,
the ultimate union that leaves each one exhausted and satisfied.
Or,
we will be timid and say,
"Hi, er,
would you like ah,
to come in um
for coffee or
tea?"
and small talk leads
to nothing
but a journey
to nowhere.
The future hold so many possibilities.
Tell me what YOU think, my dearest love.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2006-12-10 at 19:08
Tags Love Erotica Life
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First Meeting --The Possibilities
To a beloved oneas if it were the first meeting
the possibilities
Hello, dear one
I do not play
but I do get cryptic and "playful" with words,
but not with feelings
do NOT fall in love with the words
but with the person behind the words:
it's all part of the experiences,
we, you and I,
as veterans of love wars have endured.
We have known both ends of the spectrum
the agony and the ecstasy.
I know what a tootsie roll blow pop looks like,
tastes like, feels like, smells like, and sounds like
with its hard shell and soft, sticky-when-wet, chewy inner core.
When I have one, I do not need to review and rehash
all these senses to enjoy it.
I just DO it!
So is it with us, I think.
We are, metaphorically
tootsie roll blow pops
to each other.
We have heard the words,
seen the looks,
know the taste,
remember the feel,
and await the distinctive smell
that makes each individual different from the other.
I have seen your words and heard them in my heart;
I feel the passion of your tender love
and remember how the sense of touch
so enkindles me to burn with the heat of unbridled energy.
Now I yearn to taste with eager lips and tongue
those crevices that ooze liquid secretions
with the odoriferous pungency of unmatched orgasmic explosiveness
leaving us in dizzying swirls of blurred vertigo.
I have lived and loved with you in my imagination
and vivid day dreams
and wet night dreams
and I awaken
languishing in a pool of sweet sweat
drowning in unfulfilled desire
to be possessed by your own uninhibited
and relentless
pursuit of the ultimate moment
the crowning surge of breath-taking gasps
that leave us speechless, motionless
paralyzed for the moment in that one instant
of near-death but heavenly experience.
When we first meet
face to face
flesh to flesh
there will be no need for introductory drivel
we will know if the chemistry is right
and the circumstances permitting
that our eyes will meet
and either affirm or negate
all that we have said
we will then either remain immobile
and transfixed with hesitation and doubt
or reach out and touch
what we have for long yearned
enraptured, embrace in encircling grip,
let gentle, wet, eager lips touch
then press hard, each wordless tongue reaching deep within
stroking the inner chambers, dark and voiceless
yet screaming for more
deeper, more penetrating
and both bodies melt into each other's total euphoria,
collapsing in ultra-slow-motion
onto each other's waiting self
stripped bare of all encumbrances
hot sweat dripping onto sizzling flesh
steaming with erotic anticipation
pulsing with rhythmic throbs
pounding in musical syncopation
riding the waves like the rising and falling of ships at sea
whose hulls bash themselves against the foamy surf
spreading itself apart and letting the eager prow
of the massive hulk enter into it
the sides enveloping all of it
with welcome ripples of titillating excitation
until it silently sinks itself
buried in the endless sands of time
forever
or. until it starts all over again, and again, and again
until one cries out,
"Enough ! I can take no more for now. . . ."
and then, we wait
and do it all again
as fingers on gentle hands delicately touch,
like a feather,
erect nipples on blossoming breasts,
through the plains of writhing abdominal twists,
to the sensitive mound below,
through the moistened sides of pubic lips
that strain to clasp and tightly grip
whatever tries to enter to its hallowed halls;
and you take your hands and guide mine more deeply into you
and thrust with gentle moves
until the muscles spasm with the moment,
and you take myself waiting at attention, erectly soldier-like
on guard, well-armed, prepared to fire at will
or on command and you place the sentry at your door
occasionally kissing, manipulating,
teasing with chattering lips and flailing tongue,
stroking, twisting, turning, joking
and letting him explore with all of himself
all your eager parts
and inundate him with aromatic fluids
and the odors that are distinctly you
and let him lap them up and lick them dry
until you are ready to re-unite both throbbing parts as one,
the ultimate union that leaves each one exhausted and satisfied.
Or,
we will be timid and say,
"Hi, er,
would you like ah,
to come in um
for coffee or
tea?"
and small talk leads
to nothing
but a journey
to nowhere.
The future hold so many possibilities.
Tell me what YOU think, my dearest love.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 1311 times
Written on 2006-12-10 at 19:08
Tags Love Erotica Life
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