slowly, oh so slowly,
as if stroking the warm night air
which clothes her nakedness
his fingertips,
barely touching
trace her soft curves
tell of the tenderness
full in his heart
for the gift of her love,
relaxed, content,
oiled, perfumed
gossamer caresses
trace unhurried journeys
of discovered pleasure
over tingling flesh
bringing shudders
sudden quiet gasps
whimpering
breaths held
released
uncontrolled panting
then thrashing
grasping his hand to stillness
the longed for look
of her eyes
a time of pleasure
and for no return
no lustful gratification goal in mind
other than to feel
her pleasure....
to please her
this way
pleasure itself
needing her to know him
for his delight
in simply worshipping
her beauty
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dusk arising (
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Beautiful giving of love and pleasure to others without expecting anything for yourself d a.
Andy
And all from memory and imagination sadly. I far prefer to be 'hands on' with this kind of toil.
Good write dusk.
Glad someone's having good times! Should I try this in me sheltered life? heehee.
It's the new vicar behind the altar.
Swoon! lol.
perfectly presented .. selflessly shared ... end of .............................. 🙂
Understood, dusk
Ooooooo, check you out you old romantic you. A lovely poem Dusk
Most men don’t grasp the thrill of giving pleasure and the eroticism in its act, that your words have truly unveiled
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