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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Beautiful lovelorn words d a.
Andy
Oh yes plenty of love in the air in this piece.
tis amazing, just gazing .. but when taken in and digested what a thrill .. truly brill ...................... tis indeedly goodly goodest good sir DA ......... N
Thank you Neville, there were wonderful memories floating around as i wrote this.
Love returns in air
With hues of pink
The paradise of lovers heard in between
Good one dear Dusk….
Thank you spiller.
Such a sensuous write - had me reaching for a beer and a fag - only kidding.
LOL I strongly suspect this piece created many visuals for readers. A beer after reading would be highly recommended.
Aren't women great to look at, and be around. The pleasure of being naked together, is just the pleasure of being together.
Most definitely, you'll notice the absence of the rolling pin. Thanks Paul.
That's for Saturday night's cabaret.
The power and magic of touch. It can communicate in ways beyond words. You have captured that beautifully in this poem. Has me swooning.
It's the thought which drives the touch which really wins through i think. Swoon awa LOL thank you Bella.
Wow, dusk.
Now that's a manly write
Tap dancing on the line
Between a moment poetic
And coveting a life.
Thank you for such a poetic, creative comment here Jerry.
Wow!
Cor ! Thank you Rozina.
Well if you could find me a few ladies upon whom to experiment, I'd like to try out your supposition LOL thank you Teddy.
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