Mom's Poetry p. 3

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Mom's Poetry p. 3

A FairyTale

( not my own )

A dreamland awaits you.

Close your eyes

And imagine you and I

Close as breath,

Skin upon skin.

Lips touching.

Longing for your sweet,

Taste of raspberries,

So irresistable.

The fragrance of you

Takes my breath away.

I am burning inside,

A torch of fire

Burning fuel of passion.

For you are my

Desire.

My heart beats

With every breath.

You are my destiny.

Your eyes evade me,

Deep, dark, and mysterious.

I am your slave.

Your love has captured me.

Grabbing my body,

You pull me close.

Showing me your love

In ways i only dreamed.

A touch of soft skin,

Slippery with the hint

Of sweat.

We fought our resistance

Beneath the sheets.

As the wind flowed

From the window

Above us,

Our eyes met briefly.

And begged for a chance

To abandon all of our

Uncertainties.

You began to work on my lips,

Probing gently

As if drawing sex from a deep well

Of longing and need.

The deated tongues

Met in the midst of hot

And quickening breaths.

Gently we drank the wine

Of our lusts.

Then intoxicated with those

Spirits,

Our clothes found a

Resting place on the floor.

Piece by piece,

Until there were all on the

Floor.

No more hiding places for

Our glistening bodies.

Hunger revealed in this

Hot moment.

Skin meshing with skin.

As the floor became the stage.

You moved atop of me

Easily,

Gently lowering yourself,

Kissing me

As i was filled with you,

A gasp broke the kiss,

As your hand stoked stray hairs

off of my forehead.

our slow rythem gave way to

Urgent, demanding thrusts

Of passion.

As i arched my back to your

Deepening penetration,

You threw me into an extasy.

With the strength

Of your blows you left me

Screaming and soaked.

Into oblivion again and again,

Both our bodies demanding

More and each other giving to one

Another.

The taste of your skin on my

Lips was like no other.

To hear your crieds of exhaustion

Was more breathtaking than

You know.

As your wound your hands in my hair,

And pulled till it was tight,

You moved wit hthe final blow

Forcing out way to the peaks

Of bliss.

Leaving our screams to echo in

The dead of night.

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