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An exploration
 
Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.

PLEASE leave a comment. Be a muse and leave an idea. Allow your sensual touch upon the keyboard, to resound in a comment brief or long.
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After Valentine's Day
Posted:Mar 3, 2014 6:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 3, 2014 6:36 pm
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After Valentine's Day
After Valentine's Day, when rose petals have fallen, and marks on back from nails dug in tight in passion have faded. Beyond Valentine's Day, beyond the rich heavy meal washed down with two glasses of sweet champagne, beyond the lingerie which proves constricting and tight as it has never previously been worn, beyond the face made-up for hours to present perfection and defiled by the first lingering questioning kiss, and always beyond that day and that evening.

So we romped, as Valentiner's are wont to do, a social habit ingrained over the years to treat the 14th of February as a measure of social success. Have you a date upon this day? Are you taking your special someone out? Or is there a new special someone who, unknowing of your attentions, might be lured out on this day when society sets forth a demand you must be coupled, as engine to a carriage, and dragged down the habitual tracks of roses, wine, dinner, and perfunctory sex.

So after Valentine's Day I wait. A fresh breeze sitting on the horizon.

I wait till the dinner has been digested, the roses sent to compost, and the champagne is flat. I wait till the sheets have been changed, the lingerie returned to the back of the underwear drawer, and your make-up jars, potions, lotions, creams, are unused.

I wait till it is quiet, and you are at peace. Wearing clothes in which you feel comfortable and relaxed. Not expecting a service of socially desired and measured intimacy, nor needing to produce a socially acceptable exchange of passions and loving cooing words to the one with whom you are at that time.

I wait and lay a kiss on your shoulder. I wait and lay a kiss upon your throat. I wait and lay a kiss upon your cheek. I wait and lay a kiss upon your forehead. I wait and lay a kiss upon your wrist. I wait and lay a kiss on your lips.

Half a dozen kisses to match half a dozen long stemmed red roses.

I offer no meal or drink, for you are all the sustenance my body, mind and spirit desire. I drink from your lips, and feed on the touches lingering and caressing across your body. The dinner of the all of you, the true you, not hidden in lingerie, or presented as a gift wrapped in the social mores of our time to be considered sexy.

For I find every curve, every line, every sag, roll, freckle, mark, and scar, as the topology of the one I love, the one I would commit to my memory, the one I would explore from pole to pole, across all latitudes, and longitudes, in all seasons, and find who you are more vivacious, sexual, living, alive, passionate, and desirable, than any scrap of lace and elastic festooned upon you.

I close the blinds and curtains which might allow the gaze of society inside, for this privacy is for the treasure I desire more than all of society's tawdry baubles, celebrities, or Hollywood stars. we can leave all of society's expectations, and trappings, and attitudes outside these doors. Instead pursue desires shared, and loud, and hurried, and slow, and tensed, and relaxed, and natural.

To our own nature's in passion give full rein. Body to body rock, mouth to mouth pass breath of life between kisses exhausting and exhilarating, fed by such energy and such robust desire. With gentle touches, or silk ties, or sensual anointing of juices richer than ambrosia and sweeter on tongue, and lips, and across body than any champagne or Valentine chocolate dessert.

We can tangle and linger, or sprint and thrust, listening to the demands of each other's nature, and each other's body, leave you breathless, and full, and sated, refreshed and rejuvenated. Our bodies remade and glow in love's sweet shadow, even as they joyously ache from stretching, reaching, twisting, lifting, and always, always, participating in joyous ecstasy.

And to hear you say, I so wish every day could be after Valentine's Day.

And I know we shall endeavour to always make it so.
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Mariners
Posted:Mar 3, 2014 2:39 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2014 9:37 pm
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Mariners The tepid waters leave to others
close to shore or in shielded bay
out beyond the sight of land we voyage
beyond the easy harbours we play

sailing with wind in sails full
set our course by stars above
meet each new horizon with hope
baptise relationship in love

Out beyond there are no obstacles
the Sea is clear and of life full
we can live without restraint
ensure our lives never grow tired and dull

your skin by sea sun glows
the night brings coolness to the air
and we in heat to shared heat cling
lips melded and fingers tangled in your hair

our maps are set by compasses deep inside
directions set and followed heart's desire
we travel through all forms of weather
and beneath the decks in love conspire

the hull and trimmings of this craft are robust
we know no storm can beat us down
with kisses punctual set Captain's clock
erase every doubt and every frown

Respect me you say and take me as I am
the mariner's creed on which we stand
not shamed by love or in joy from love taken
in love from horizon mark of sea blue to yellow sand.

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Time Light Love
Posted:Mar 3, 2014 5:23 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:45 am
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Time Light LoveIn light of all these dreams
the caress of chocolate coffee and creams
how shadows take the white light
strokes your form and makes it bright
how those waves on you make art
stills my breath and holds tight my heart
within and upon a glow takes hold
all I would possess allow to be sold
all Time earned and in future to be expended
for moments with you in Time suspended
instead mere mortal we must unsuccessful quarrel
with every second of Time as Love we follow
our kisses eat at the time available
in consummating love attempt make Time stable
deride the ticking clocks and pendulum swings
be timeless as light held in diamond rings
all the blaze of light eternal glows
as we in loving ensure life grows
marked by light and set in Time
our loving sweet and bitter as we find
our base humanity is not by Time treated kind
we shall fade and memories dim
bones shall falter and Time wear down skin
our Love is now and loving must now be
or else loving forever lost in Time's depthless sea
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Human
Posted:Mar 2, 2014 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Mar 3, 2014 3:32 am
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Human
Human we of flesh and blood
made from Earth by hidden God
how fascinating in form each is
pursue your attention with crayoned kiss
growing wiser and older still seek
to find in another truth to speak
of how wondrous in form we all are
not merely concerned with size of your bra
listen to hear the words you recite
discover if the same passions in you incite
to riotous state our words might bring
and aim to make body splendid sing
cross over line from friend to lover
every inch of you in caressing sensual discover
see colour of nipples and clit's small hood
explore you completely for the best and good
devour you as an energy snack to create
a constant affectation indeed a permanent state
hold your hips and feel your girth
plunge within place from which life given birth
suck on toes and fingers consume
make your yells tear silence from this room
in joy and lust and love and respect cultivate
the arrival of some other great altered state
we who were human of mere blood and bone
greater now when love our ruler upon the throne
all the World in clarity view
in perfect harmony when move with you
and if in completion exhaust ourselves
we collapse together a sated happy meld
knowing where my skin ends is yours
forever heartbeats move to love's applause.

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honey
Posted:Feb 27, 2014 4:52 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2014 1:01 am
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honey
Taste honey on your lips
hunger in your kiss
honey brown hair brushed aside
neck and throat offered, yielded to passion
we hold each other close
lips and tongues dancing eagerly
tugging open buttons and zips
eager to find more warmth of you
a brushing hand feels your heat
hand returns feels moisture too
you groan and I groan too
as hands find marvellous things to do
caress and stroke and hold
mould and fondle and tease
our hands work to please
and our moans grow deeper
as our decline is steeper
onto our knees and kissing continues
clothes are almost completely off
or so open as to be negligible
now lips leave lips to swoop
upon a shoulder, or thigh, or breast
a gourmet feast spread before me
your juices fresh and arousing
your lipstick gone and hair in disarray
we plunge onward all politeness gone
the only manners left of pleasing the other
there is no you first
there is only taste suck lick fuck
and we move in rhythm against each other
we pound or thrust hips or plunge
and our juices mingle and mat hair
our bodies grow wet with sweat
and we pant and groan like old machines
set into motion and ever so eager
to get to where we are going to
then almost there we pause
upon the brink we hold
the mountain has been climbed
upon the precipice we unsteadily balance
throbbing aroused flushed and ready
our breath staccato fluted gasps
any moment we will topple over
a thumb slides across your wet core
over edge of lips and lifts dew from walls
then thumb glides flat onto clit
transferring gathered nectar onto sensitive tip
and with this so we also tip
our bodies shake rattle moan lift and shudder
your muscles grasping tight around me
as my muscles expand and exhale in spasm
sweet tight light muscle tense pleasure
as we surrender to the drop
fall beyond where we are
tangled and loving and tasting
every inch of the way
with you in you of you
we lie gasping upon the shore
the shore of our own passion
and with kisses caresses strokes and touches
begin once more to swim out
into the deepest of deep water
into the truth and passion of ourselves.
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skin is warm
Posted:Feb 24, 2014 4:32 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:45 am
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skin is warmIn night
the air is cold
your skin is warm
your touch is hot
sends a shiver that won't stop
feeds a hunger
pupils dilate
kisses deep
following lines of your bones
collarbone breastbone hipbone
tremors going through body
lips to breasts and tasting
heat and fullness and pulse
the tautness and eroticism of a nipple
taut and inviting
lifting you to sit on edge
of table as we rock
play of muscles on inner thigh
elasticity and movement
succulent heat and aroma
these moments found
as nails rake down my back
a new bruise unfelt
knowing later the tiredest muscles
be those with which I smile
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As Paris thought of Helen
Posted:Feb 23, 2014 5:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:45 am
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As Paris thought of HelenThe Grecian Sun found you first
Highlighted you and made me thirst
For the beauty of your body rich and Aegean limbs
explore archipelago of curves and lines and shiny shins
Wished then in lust's urgent heat to lay you fast
bring our two bodies in sweet collision on rich green grass
explore you in sensual voyage from head to toe
find from where in pleasure you might go
set a chain of sensations rippling deep
shake your richest erotic dreams from your sleep
in waking find these dreams defined
as together in copulating ecstasy we grind
tongue and teeth and lips and bone
in fervent attention for all grief we atone
nipping at throat and neck and back
as from behind thrust a joyous track
hips rising and falling in my grasp
as penis to vagina a loving clasp
such jewellery thoughts as we seek
to attain sweet treasure in sensations peak
the rocking riding rattling rhythm so set attained
we two lovers fully pleasured collapse completely drained.
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this game
Posted:Feb 17, 2014 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:45 am
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this game Silence surrounds a blanket deep
our words across this quiet creep
no man's land of meeting up
chose this public place in which to sup
as finely tuned cynics of this game
we have previously shared just a name
each word we break as truth is hard won
such an ordeal perhaps we should not have come
we watch the eyes of the other watching us
you smile sometimes and mark that as a plus
begin gradually to thaw after a third drink
moving from our own histories to what we think

hear your brain opposite changing through the gears
I have to hold on as your conclusion nears
is a weighed discussion insightful and fun
even if my jovial remarks break your run
the wine we now begin to drink
before that plain tap water with a wink
stating from which reservoir or dam it drained
a little humour and you unwind and do the same
getting under each others guard we find
we begin to say things closer to front of mind
nice shirt you are wearing is it new
it is not and let me say as well I admire my view
after a meal barely touched we await dessert
some courage found and our presence we assert
a hand now lies against another hand
between the table a foot against another stand
a small transference of critical heat
sends a tremor electric from head to feet
your lipstick gone from lips which shine

I think to kiss and again taste the wine
it seems you have the self-same thought
and by the waiter with dessert mid kiss caught
sitting back we share lemon citron tart
it is smooth and creamy but also tangy and sharp
I wonder if you would taste so complex
and ponder how tart brings the mind to sex
we rise to leave with bill shared
seems one paying the bill is not yet dared
for now on equal footing we both stand
and this point is the end of our meeting plan
an encounter to get to know you
an opportunity to the other view

on the street we wander free
I know nowhere else I would rather be
I express these sentiments warmly in your ear
and into a quiet arcade you abruptly steer
the shops are closed and pedestrians rare
as together we embrace to kiss and share
this night our actions show will be no one off
as cynics evening started now we are romantics with hearts lost.

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No. 1: Erotic deep sensual exploration
Posted:Feb 16, 2014 9:04 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:45 am
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No. 1: Erotic Deep Sensual Exploration The fan whirrs and sends a light breeze across our bodies. Naked we are entwined together, tangled in sheet, the bed sheet wrinkled and tugged out of place beneath us.

Your lips are rich, and we kiss with hunger, with want, with desire, with tongues snaking, with lips searching over mouth, at times seems we aim to consume each other in wide deep sucking demanding wanting kisses.

The floor of the room is dotted with cast off clothes, your bra at the doorway marks, where first I plunged my kisses from your lips, down along line of your throat, across collarbone, to wards your breasts. At first I sucked hard and urgently upon them, through material of your bra, feeling them growing tight, taut, hard beneath the material, how they stabbed upward, and were assaulted by my eager mouth.

At the doorway held there, by my embrace, one arm snaking around you and down, hand caressing your buttocks, feeling the roll and sensual movement of the muscles and skin. The other hand down the other side of your body, reaching down as far as can, and then moving hand up and down, fingers stroking, raking, at the skin, in turn caressing a millimetre from the surface, before firmly scratching this most sensitive itch.

My tongue flicks hard, strikes at, your left breast, the left nipple, and you twitch in my grip, hips rock forward in time to this nerve tingling, nerve tugging, assault...your head leans to one side, and your hand runs through my short hair, and you sigh a long deep guttural sigh that gradually becomes a moan, called from deep within you, and your body surges to move into mine. I move one hand to hold your hips where they are, too close and I cannot sup properly on your breasts, I move the other hand to your back, and after a brief struggle your bra comes undone, and falls loose on your shoulders, for a moment clings to your left breast, by the wetness, the moisture from my deep kissing, and the tautness of the nipple, as if caught on a clothes hook, then the bra slips, and I move my mouth over the breast anew.

Beneath my tongue I can feel the dimpled raised aurolae around your nipple, and after tonguing these, I close my firm lips over your nipple and give its the lightest, most precise, and even of tugs, and your moan anew.....as my hand unoccupied, closes over the other breast, and I lightly flick and roll the right breast, the right nipple, across, along, and between thumb and forefinger.......

....fuck... you groan, pushing me back, pulling at my clothes, swinging your arms so your bra comes tumbling off, yanking at my belt so it comes undone, my zip already tugged down, the button surrenders easily to your attack, and for a moment I stumble as my trousers drop to my ankles.....

....my own actions are to tug your skirt down, and your underwear caught up in it, but as it drops, as I tug your underwear down, feel the heat, the humid moisture escaping from your core. The weeping dew, sweetest nectar, through which I smooth my hand, my palm, lightly pressing downwards as I slide across your mound.

I had barely noticed your kisses to my shoulder, too pre-occupied, too caught up in making love to you, in your pleasures, and now at my form pressing hand stroke, your kiss turns to an unexpected sucking bite. Again you moan, and your body moves, twitches, convulses, against my own.

my nipples are so fucking sensitive, now..... you say through clenched teeth, as I rapidly thumb your right breast nipple, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, and up and down, and you grab at me, hold me, you shudder and cry out in prayer, in thanks, in demands for more.

Your hand slides cross my belly, and surrounds my aroused hardness, your hand is warm, and yet cool in contrast against my heat, and you run your hand along me, with a sparkle in your eye. I can almost hear your thoughts, "what's good for the goose, is good for the gander", as you run your hand, fingers lightly clasping, back and forth a few times....

so then it is to the bed, no other choices, we push, and pull, and stumble, and move, not quite in unison, for we both want to continue to touch, and stroke, and caress, and suck, and nip, and kiss, and tug, and roll, and....we fall into, and upon the bed, and as you gain direction I scuttle down your body, and my hands move to hold your legs just below your hips, and I lean forward and smell your arousal, and one hand, with five questing fingers, stroke through the wetness, along the exposed inner core, and then two fingers slip inside with a hot wet plop, and fingertips drag along those inner walls, gathering the welling ambrosia, fingers running down, gliding along those inner walls, sending sensitive pulses through your body......and then lowering my head, to this V of your body, to the slightly held open by my fingers tunnel, I dart my tongue down, and in, and drag my tongue along the, within, this dewy covered skin, and up to lightly slide over your clit....pressing down with my tongue to bring more sensation, and your entire body raises....and I cannot translate the words you yell, for they are propelled from you between long low crooning moans....the only one I can identify is a staccato, repetitive, looping, grunted....

God. God. God, god, god...GOD!

Your hands grab the bed, the sheets, rip them upwards as far as your strength will go. Your breathing is erratic, and desperate, taking massive mouthfuls, lungfuls, of air, between words, and groans, and moans, and mutterings, and you body shaking, and curling, and trying to escape from my grasp at your hips, as my tongue licks flat and firmly again from your core, to your clit, and I spread one finger, not knowing how I do not dislocate it, to hold back the skin around that niche where your clit lives, so the tip of the tongue rolls directly over, presses directly down, upon that hyper-sensitive bud....

Ahhh...ooooohhh....OOOHHHHH....ARRGGHHH OOOOH AAAHHA OOOHH

as loud as a factory, the industrial sounds as you twist, and rise, and fall, and sweat, and demand, and wriggle to escape, and press yourself down on my fingers, my face, my eager darting tongue...and all is only you, sounded by your scent, by your desire, by your taste and smell, so aroused my cock is almost punching a hole into the mattress...

YESSSsssssssssssssssssssssss.....YES. GOD.

Your whole body impossibly rises, and thumps into my own, you pivot from your hips upward, then crash down, then your spine arches as if electrocuted....all the time I am licking at your flowing juices, at the succulent warm flesh of you, and caressing and stroking and trying to firmly restrain you so you do not fall from the bed, or do your self some-other injury....as you buck, and groan....until you collapse back spent, occasionally twitching as the feelings electric continue to run through you, your hair is tossed, and sweat clings to your body as if you have had a hard run, and you are sprawled as if boneless...and breathing deeply, drawing in long long deep breaths of air,....and I lightly roll your left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and you jerk, jump, as if bitten.....

Oooh you say, and your eyes open, and look at me, and I see the arousal I saw as we kissed in the corridor has changed, to simple minded hungry lust, to devour me, to share with me these feelings, these moments, to turn this time, and Time, to ashes of burnt sensation and exuberance.....and we entwine together on the sheets, and the fan blows a light breeze over our naked bodies, and your hands, your sculpting searching caressing brushing fingers begin your exploration of my body, as we share a kiss of promises to be fulfilled....
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kisses knew
Posted:Feb 16, 2014 3:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:45 am
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Kisses knew Was not the first meeting, nor the third, and if they were dates, neither of us much noted them as such. We simply grew closer as the time passed, leant more of what was important, what made us laugh, and what made us feel weary and older than our days in this world.

The common act of living, sharing the same hours, meeting and feeling comfortable. So the first kiss was not a surprise, it was a natural conclusion to the time spent together, even if it did excite in all the potential which a first kiss carries between two people who have grown to know each other, perhaps even understand each other slightly.

It wasn't the greatest kiss, there was no sudden swooning, or explosion of passion. Then again first kisses rarely are. There was a taste and curiosity as to how these lips would feel, and might taste, would they be dry, or wet, or moist, or cling as if magnetised. It was not our first kiss, individually we had kissed many others, many times; with differing results in different places at different times in our lives.

We had kissed first loves, and second loves, had fogged up car windows, and missed the majority of movies, and held others on street corners, propped against walls and fences, and in the small booths of cafes and crowded bars. Celebrated birthdays, new year's days, anniversaries, successes and even failures, with a kiss. Kissed hello, goodbye, welcome, and farewell for ever. Our kisses had seen all shades of emotion, and found places in our hearts, and marked the transitions so often from idle play to something more seriously enjoyable.

So this kiss was not new however, as with all first kisses, it was unique as tried to kiss without overwhelming, kiss without restraint, kiss freely without thought, kiss with though for the other, note the pressure they applied, if lips went up or down, a hint of tongue or not, eagerness in the meeting or softness or hardness or disappointment or too much restraint, or bravado or completed anticipation or shyness, or if kissing with eyes open, or shut, or if eyes close in act of kissing.

And this first kiss hints at what may await. A friendship doomed to quietly wither as a kiss shows some strange mismatch not observed in all those other weeks, all those other ways of knowing someone. Or a friendship to continue as that, so matter a fact, the decision made in touching lips that there is care here, but not that something more, that something unknowable till found, unquantifiable till held, which distinguishes the gap between the act of caring, and respecting, and the act of love giving and love receiving. Perhaps instead there is a bloom, a new tension, an itch which must be scratched, a feeling of warmth in veins and heart and body and skin which spreads and ignites the pilot light which shall remain lit through thick or thin, through good or bad, through summer, winter, spring, or Autumn; through all of life itself.

A first kiss can carry that much weight. Or that little. Can soar or sink, can make you desire another long strong drink, or can make you wish for another kiss. Longer, slower, deeper, allow you to sink into that welded lips seeking lips bliss.

As did this kiss. A seek to taste again, a something noted and which had then swiftly alluded. A sense of collision of time and place. The world had not stopped, but for a moment, a tiny infinitesimal moment it seemed to pause or slow.

So lean in again, and kiss, again, and learn the way the other kisses. Find the lip which should be sucked, find the way the tongue explores, or needs to be brought out. In kisses seduce past the shyness, reawaken and manage the ardour, and vigour, and passion.

Not on first, or not on third, or not on a kiss which was counted, feel the feelings change, be beyond the simple joy of kisses shared, to time shared, to more shared; as kisses deepen and kisses track and kisses explore the map of soul, world of who you are; this great impact on each of us in the world, when first these kisses shared.
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between
Posted:Feb 16, 2014 6:07 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2014 6:19 am
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between Find the break in dreams between
when view the views never been
here the ripple of passion condensates
becoming real as each touch relates
chemical reaction or fate as heart does decide
this is the special one to be let inside
a kaleidoscope of colours wash
your thoughts a Morse dot dot dash
from the fog there comes the vision
as if an iceberg set to end indecision
this crossing will only be halfway
a romance with shorter lifespan than the day
fallen three times in love with you on a single train trip
how easily your look from my heart cynicism strip
a beautiful china waif in a city of orges
your kiss hammer and anvil a deepest love forges
only spun from honey and sugar glass
this is as long as this love will last
a single trip from there to here
and then no more find ourselves near
the doors open the crowds step out
so much greatness missed with a whimper not a shout.
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Quivers and shivers
Posted:Feb 14, 2014 12:08 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2014 4:58 am
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Quivers and shivers The day rolls on, can feel the pent-up greed for relationships true,
in roses given, or tears forgiven, or dinner for two.

This Is Valentine's Day Two-Thousand and Fourteen
when lovers of love and couples frisky wish to play.

leave your modesty at the door
open with fingers stroking molten core
send a shiver deep as a groan rises higher
this is no time for you to pleasure to deny her
with the nectar slick and dewy on fingertip
roll over and upon and squirm against engorged clit

set a rocking thumping back scratching hand sliding bed shaking rhythm
leave both of you in no condition expect to in sleep smile
lick at the inner thigh taste it beneath your teeth
kiss every toe and play with those ticklish feet

working their way from crook of ankle along the bones defined
up to calf and sliding hands bring sensations rising in time

just you lay still and allow this lover to show you how
your body beautiful to me and sensual through to core of your soul
no rush or need to escape to outside world
until as a wave crashing you have reached top of the curve

stroking and caressing legs now up to the knee
bring lips into play behind the knee and lightly adore
send fresh sensation racing down the nerve ending
you never knew were there before
as hands around leg cup and smoothly flow
from ankle upward and past knee they go

here the skin is fuller with play of muscles under skin
curved and full and rich as butter these touches win
a rising pulse of heat a blush swelling from within
as you try and turn and squirm at supple touches to your skin

as fingers and hands slip higher and divide
scraping lightly over soft inner thigh before following body's curve
and beneath buttocks smoothly glide and lift
all is soft and relaxed through muscles twitch
hands feel the heat as thumbs and fingers stroke skin
raising buttocks, and in turn your hips
and again lips intercede and kisses passionate delivered
onto the top of thighs and across onto midriff sleek
kisses laid with lips which lift and capture succulent flesh
drag it in and drown in the perfume of yourself
as hands beneath tilt some more and lift again
all which is your heat and pleasure open and presented
lips and tongue set to work to wriggle out
pulsing bud which connected as if by high voltage wires
to the very pounding breathing core of you
and then lightly a kiss strikes
a bell chime to your beating heart
all breathing pauses and your body arches up
chasing this lightest of enquiring kisses
this tingle direct of passion's delight
and as you settle back once more
a deeper kiss applied to this tiny bud
your eyes close and you explode a sigh of breath
a moan of pleasure being fulfilled
then your hips spasm halfway in lifting
as strong tongue slashes from top to bottom
of this delicate niche in which such sensitivity resides
then plunges further deeper to lap up the leaking nectar
caressing inner walls with mischievous intent
your body shudders, shivers, and a quiver deep begins
to ripple outward as an atomic blast
ground zero is this point of precision tongue tip drilling
into you and who you are and all your dreams and

for a moment you lose all control
buttocks grinding held in place by those hands cupping buttocks
hips aligned cannot escape this rush of heat and primal beat
the beat of blood inside your body inside your head
heart a pump sending surge of adrenalin and furnace heat
you are a scrap of lightning made into a bursting lava of molten gold
a flitting darting hummingbird cross flower of your own pleasure
left all thoughts behind as you rock and grind and mewl in explosive delight
breathless and helpless and triumphant and ascending
till wave breaks with such a crash inside your soul
as if spirit itself were riveted through by pleasure's bolts
hands claw at moist sheets
body arches and rises as if to snap in two
only gravity anchors you to this earth
and you have not thought or awareness of its hold
as every muscle simultaneously straining and relaxing and stretching and twitching
you are soaring high and teeth grinding and face changing
unable to hold back the tsunami of feeling which tears through you
blind you are and yet light flares as a supernova behind closed eyelids
and the voice you hear cannot be your own
so proud and magnificent and deep and howling and uncontrolled

This Is Valentine's Day Two-Thousand and Fourteen
and in a moment it seems to limits of an infinity of pleasure you have been.



and now in settling back to raw old Earth, if you enjoyed please leave a comment.
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Valentine's Day
Posted:Feb 13, 2014 10:19 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2014 10:21 pm
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Valentine's Day Clear the decks and put away everything loose
it is Valentine's Day and nothing to lose
War declared every February Fourteen
from when I was a pimple spreckled lank haired
seems the order of the day is to go and bring back
the perfect mate tied to a piece of railroad track
lure them with roses red or multitudinous chocolates cheap
wash and dip yourself till harsh perfume from pores seep
seduce with words or drugs or gold krugerrands
adore and anoint with exotic oils spread with warm hands
kiss caress and hold and lie and fuck until
the point is reached at which they feel
overcome with a desire to love you too
as much in love as you could ever view
then slash the Spring life from roses red
eat chocolates rich and fattening until you dread
another red rose or chocolate enticement
your Valentine's Day light is a single flaring filament
burn yourself upon the brightness of that other
and as you fall away wonder why you bother
to count Valentine's as a day at all
for all it does is remind you all lovers fall
Romeo and Juliet into love and then into death
the best loves it seems in fiction draw no more breath
are stilled and frozen before Time can rub away
each moment in time degrade the love each mundane day
until left with nothing more than habits to sustain
the love you had through all this loveless pain
the search for roses and chocolates becomes a chore
for the one you no longer love or adore
burnt by Cupid you wish all lovers past
were gone forever and this pain of love be the last
but you know a kiss will revive and ignite anew
the perfect romantic gambling fool in love which is you.

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