He comes to me
In my lonely hours he comes to me,I hear his words ringing through my head.
Wonderful words of sensual love,
Of tenderness, passion and togetherness.
I close my eyes and I can feel him,
His words flow into my heart,
Willing my movements to take over,
My own hands becoming his,
As his words excite me beyond what I have known.
I feel his breath upon my skin,
I feel his tongue tenderly exploring my lips,
Seeking out my most intimate places.
My body is screaming out for the touch of his fingertips,
As my nectar flows freely for him.
Oh how I want more of him,
And to offer my open flower to his caress.
My sweet young bud swollen and ready,
Awaiting his passionate touch.
I want to hear his words whispered in my ear.
As he enters the cavern of my womanhood.
And in turn I offer him my all,
My deepest desire.
I feel his passion as we lay together,
Embraced in each other's caresses.
Always.
Poetry by Storm-fire
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Written on 2006-12-12 at 21:25
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