Heady with desire
For weighed bodies engaged,
Immersed in one another,
Heat of anticipation coaxed away with gentle nudges,
Touch, rhythmic rubbing
Of souls
in need for each other’s liberation,
Pleading into open mouths
for release
Becoming lost
Deep, deep,
Deeper in the abyss of ecstasy.
Tag: lust
Not Just a Memory
You are beautiful.
I see you in my mind when I can’t touch you,
I ache at the thought of your hands,
Your shoulders,
I am lost in thoughts when I shouldn’t be,
The curve,
The swell of your behind,
I am lost,
The wetness of your mouth,
I am breathless,
The thick firmness of your thighs,
I am captivated by an image I can’t touch,
Wanting so much to feel, taste, kiss the things I see,
But alas,
Were it not just a memory.
Undressed
Delirious,
It’s how I feel,
When I know you’re looking,
Salaciously,
I ponder which part of my soul,
To undress,
While you watch.
Go Back
Let’s go back,
Way back
To when we were first lovers,
Ease into my lips,
And find them parted for you,
Kiss them slowly as if this might be the last,
Kiss,
And kiss,
Take my breath,
And promise to never give it back,
Want more,
As I do,
And find it deep inside
Me,
Waiting
Desperately
for you.
Insatiable
Try as I may
I just cannot shake
The feel of warm lips fitting with mine,
So perfect the touch,
Touchless and still sensuous
Passion that heightens
Moment by moment
With words that soundlessly whisper under my lobe,
Insatiable and yet,
Patiently passionate,
I ache for another taste of you,
To feel you,
Close to,
Against,
Under
me
She of Letters 