From here: direction 1
My heartbeat is heavy,
my hands are sweaty,
every time you are this near.
Where are we heading from here?
Your body pressed against mine,
slowly the tingling up my spine,
the beauty of those eyes,
my hands moving over your thighs.
Where is this heading my dear?
whisper the answer in my ear.
The cleavage of your breasts,
against my chest their pressed.
Where? Where from here?
please tell me my dear.
The softness of your lips kissed,
these moments for I exist,
holding you tightly near.
Where do we go from here?
Sliding my hands to your cheeks,
listening as our passion speaks,
lifting you closer near.
Where do we go from here?
Unclipping your bra with ease,
removing it a simple breeze.
Blowing away our fears,
at our nudity we peer.
Slowly without a sound,
you pull those panties down,
climb sexually onto the bed,
those legs you teasingly spread.
Removing what I wear,
between the legs I stare.
Quickly I jump right in,
let the cunnilingus begin,
reaching an orgasmic site,
being one with my love tonight.
My heartbeat still heavy,
my hands still sweaty.
Where do we go from here?
What direction do we steer?
With a slight and steady tug,
I pull you close and snug,
slide myself firmly in,
let the passion begin.
Looking at your beautiful face,
with this steady pace,
those breasts gently moving,
the orgasms we’re pursuing.
Together as a combined one,
passionate until we’re done.
The tingling up my spine,
your sweat mixing with mine.
Lost within this space,
ending naked and embraced.
Where do we go my dear?
Let us stay right here.
- Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 2nd, 2024 06:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry, this is my first ever attempt at writing about sex. I don’t know what is and is not to be mentioned. I am trying to be respectful.
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 9
Comments2
Well, after 30 years probably to your own room.
Sexual, sensual, errotic and romantic it calls out for physical touch
So I did good for my first try then. ty
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